Lyrics

Yeah round one
Oh God
I'm a rude boy yeah not nice
Baby girl je ka lo si France
Me is not nice
Sip my drinks like I'm playing hockey yeah on ice
I swear that I always tell the truth no lies
They be scratching head to figure out my p no lice
Waste man imma take you out like it's a prom night
You cannot steal my shine even if you off light
Me and BOJ doing battle but make e no cause fight
Awon boys wey dey look for trouble causing kasala
And they wanna put sand sand inside my cassava
Won kpe mi le ajebo kpon mi ki she regular
Mo ma lo fork and knife ti ba fe je amala
Oh God
Mo man je amala
Mo man je amala
Oh God
Mo man je amala
Mo man je amala
Oh God
Mo man je amala
Mo man je amala
Mo ma lo fork and knife ti ba fe je amala
Some people think I'm odd
What do they even know
Spending all the money I collected from a show
Word to greatness I'm in London rocking native
Back to basics when I'm swagging in the latest
More than
I'm super saiyan when I'm going super saiyan
Teezee I got the bars like Memphis
I dey floss no dentist
I dey shaku with Naomi
Now they wanna know me
These niggas really on me
That's what they tend to see
Bring that Jameson nigga fuck that Hennessy
Mo man je amala
Mo man je amala
Oh God
Mo man je amala
Mo man je amala
Oh God
Mo man je amala
Mo man je amala
Mo ma lo fork and knife ti ba fe je amala
Some people think I'm odd
What do they even know
Spending all the money I collected from a show
I got the loud duby got the blow
We've been doing this for seven days in a row
Alhaji popping got the pussy popping
When the club is rocking
You know we up to something ah
I got the Jameson running ah
And you know I got the munchies o
Mo fe je amala
Mo fe je amala ay
Mo fe je amala
Mo fe je amala ay
Mo fe je amal a
Mo fe je amala
Mo ma lo fork and knife ti ba fe je amala
Oh God