letra de wish - lj nemi
[intro] (shiloh dynasty)
oh ou yeah yeah, don’t go-
don’t go to sleep-
don’t go, stay with-
don’t-
(he was a f-cking-)
(yo zikkora be cooking)
[pre chorus] (lj nemi)
carry chair
make i reason you
say the matter long small
e no be kirikou
i was slacking it was epic
it was cubicle
n-gga
i was in my b-tch bag it’s f-cked up but
f-ck
[chorus]
i’m tryna get my bread right
my boys dey find money
i no fit dey find love
my boys dey busy taking no days off
last time i loved a ho i no fit talk how e
sup
i really wish that i didn’t have a heart
say my mulla for dey clear
and my racks stand tall
i con dey bleed
she don darken my soul
she make me cut my wrist
like say she use jazz
[verse]
on that b-tch sh-t
i was
five foot n-gga, wasn’t standing on my money yet
i was geeking off that sapa
me and sapa play russian roulette
tried to flex on n-ggas
but the top
wasn’t topping yet
was like “f-ck these n-ggas”
“you dey chop i never chop yet”
i was so in love i go dey focus on this banny
f-ck
i was so focused on her love
was focused on the wrong things
you know as e dey sup (junkie)
as she go my heart bled
but you know as e dey waka
when your kolo don dey clear
i got up on my sh-t
i start to hustle from my bed
one soft maye and the n-gga give me bread
twale all my n-ggas wey dey put me on abeg
na so zikkora give me better snare
make i cool my head
delilah don dey run back
she wan dey give me ear
she wan give me her heart
and she still wan give me head
f-ck
[bridge]
i’m tryna get my bread right
.
(he was a f-cking junkie)
(‘kkora)
[chorus]
f-ck
i’m tryna get my bread right
my boys dey find money
i no fit dey find love
my boys dey busy taking no days off
last time i loved a ho i no fit talk how e
sup
i really wish that i didn’t have a heart
say my mulla for dey clear
and my racks stand tall
i con dey bleed
she don darken my soul
she make me cut my wrist
like say she use jazz
[chorus & outro]
f-ck
i’m tryna get my bread right
my boys dey find money
i no fit dey find love
my boys dey busy taking no days off
last time i loved a ho i no fit talk how e
sup
i really wish that i didn’t have a heart
say my mulla for dey clear
and my racks stand tall
i con dey bleed
she don darken my soul
she make me cut my wrist
like say she use jazz
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