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letra de kpeke (crooked) luv - muxxxmill

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verse 1
tis must be so wrong
happening on the seat of the caliphate
nu nu pac and dre getting hoochie mamas going (california ye)
born ill, no b-tch keep the snapchat on record
his nomenclature (muxxxmill) huh yeah f-ck your accord
a perfect record leaving heaven where eedris abdulkareem
to raven, ravage, licensing, illing, hairy p-n-s spraying huh (huh)
it’s that one whose mother gave him, truck full vaseline
taping it, naming it those days, know say
clarence anini with this flow idiots call him, lucky to be here
luncheon on s.k with g-nut finna high 365 (garri b-tches)
only giving me dues when they saw the devil’s leash on me growing like grass
humping on chicks who didn’t take notice of me until i
circumcised my, to be called by
evolved to dope (dope as f-ck)
calling it insanity cus i married the music, made it my own
doing nighters in my worn out nikes (nikes)

intermission
patch patch boxers all of us
baba god intercede, save a face
no long leg, no f-cking huh
tap on the weblink or chop you raw (papaya)

verse 2
am erasing the e in the e to the 9, y, c, e with qwerty
i’ve been too nice, bye byes my talent swallows
flamingoes up in the air, na true i neva enter aeroplane
bring a rhythm close
barry allen (zoom) zoom faster than flies fly
with the mic chasing
any dj beat whether na tay keith or jimmy jatt
rock slow to ecool (huh), spinning em all
mending, flogging, chopping e fada beyond recognition (lit)
outside the walls of your school you get beat i get rich
left right, left right, i nyash the love of your life
striving to attach i detach
run for my life on a f-ck u 2 gang merch
a march in may by now they all hail (kabiyesi oh)
huh never wanting your praise
swearing this rap is a curse
he leaves and he dies, football, université wetin e never try
20 something thou’ words in d.o.c (d.o.c)
how you want take die when you never atop the charts
am god this my p.o.v (p.o.v)
10 years in the womb of rap
tell your mama say ’i swear to you say you go blow’
if those local b-tches weley, you marry oyibo (woo)
not a song, a peak into my diary b00boo
can’t say it’s god’s gift if muzzy must be high before he impregnates
if you know who must be on cloud eleven before my lyrics like
sunny ade, asa, dagrin, ask hajaar (skrrt-skrrt)
if i didn’t try to run from this calling, i know you won’t get it
with that olodo concept (lit)
party clothes, party shoes, enough repertoire to tap the oloshos (woo)
reposting motivating quotes, not loosing myself in it
high time i flipped twitter to 2go, end this savagery
say na talent you wey wh0re around, before it’s agreed you the next albani darego
f-ck you for saying grammy cheated burna when you never heard a pitch from kidjo
see oh, (see oh) soaring this pitch high plural f-cks aimed at y’all
that say it’s hate, shooting it down like sowore, like saro wiwa, like moshood abiola
stephen keshi huh, not my forte huh (huh)
my pen isn’t the only one bleeding in this line
name a designer who’s raising the same needle as i
sewing up his motherland, finger-banging it with beauty
squirting from the rooftop of sheraton (skrrt-skrrt)
knowing without it’s wellbeing, this pup won’t pop
you from africa? f-ck where you from
garri, sugar, groundnut i do know where you from
bridge
no go, no, no, no, no (no go)
heart is froze, cold, cold, (cold cold)

pre-chorus
chilling on a low when she goes (goes)
bigi baka underneath the cropped top (crop top)
squad cray cray, bush fowls (bush fowl)
pull-up like gobinor come sensitize (sensitize)
clean up good barber do work (do your work)
her goons pick red bottoms (red bottoms)
hop out, hop up huh (huh)
f-ck up, not now la
drag her to the picnic in the park
picnic up top, hummer-limo
la la la like india film
laugh ‘bout voice wey be like goat
in her pant without a no no no
smoove chap (woo) just like that
cream off-white oh lo lo
filling my mouth with her nunu
eyes to the cloud e don dey sup
sipping on some puna like
like nu nu nu, nu nu nu nu
like nu nu nu, nu nu nu nu
like nu nu nu, nu nu nu nu
chorus 1
kpeke kpeke (nunu de masa)
this kain kpeke (nunu de kosai) is not okay till we tire (tire)
this fish on fire, (on fire)
papaya ya ya ya ya

chorus 2
this kain kpeke is not okay till we tire
this fish on fire
papaya ya ya ya
ya

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