Underground by Olamide lyric

Underground

Olamide

GENRE

Rap

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[Intro: Akuchi]
Yeah, yeah, ihh ihh
HOD on the beat
Yea yeah, uhh uhh
Work, work, ihh
Yeahh, ahh ahh

[Chorus' Akuchi]
HOD fuck up the beat
DJ put it on repeat
This for my goons on the street
This for my goons on the street
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Move on the ground like el chapo
I move on the ground like I'm chapo
I move on the ground like el chapo
I move on the ground like el chapo, ehh
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo

[Verse 1: Olamide]
Ehh, focka mebinda medula
There's too many hits that we kept in
The cooler
They wanna know how he did that
Cos' he be disturbing the peace like a
Luda
O ma n lo convoy bi Gomina
He dey popping the nough, he dey go
Minna
You dey service Kadijat and Aminat
Yeah, we' be widing that, you
Understand me now?
You can't touch the fire we' blazing
Abi you dey mad, or you' crazy?
The ladies love my semen
They always want Ciroc, on Fela like dazy
Some of my ns don't know me
They think I be doing The-G on the low-
Key
Cos' I'm all 'bout my money, na
Hustle dey pay
K'e lo bi Sammy Lokie

[Chorus: Akuchi]
HOD fuck up the beat
DJ put it on repeat
This for my goons on the street
This for my goons on the street
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Move on the ground like el chapo
I move on the ground like I'm chapo
I move on the ground like el chapo
I move on the ground like el chapo, ehh
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo

[Verse 2: Olamide]
They say "What's up?"
Asking about the Yoruba boys
Them been watching about me
Yankeeing quap, dey think you dey
Ya'wo ni
I'm independent, my hustle dey ja'wo
Mi
Fock it! I'm not gonna let them
Disrespect the hustle
The pain and the time that I invested
Niggas dey bang, dey bang on the bed
But, me I dey bang on the beat and the
Bank
Motor dun 'scruu' when we pull up
K'a to s'oro, awon girls pull up
So f'alaye yen ni pe k'o cool off
Omo ele t'o gbe wa ti tele eruku lo
Smoking like Anikulapo "Kuti"
They' calling me for collabo "k'osi"
I don't tell nighhers 'o dabo'
I move on the ground like el chapo

[Chorus: Akuchi]
HOD fuck up the beat
DJ put it on repeat
This for my goons on the street
This for my goons on the street
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Move on the ground like el chapo
I move on the ground like I'm chapo
I move on the ground like el chapo
I move on the ground like el chapo, ehh
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo

[Verse 3: Akuchi]
"Chapo no noooo"
I'm paying everybody off
EFCC looking for the boy
They wanna know how the boy moves
Tulin pa moves, yeh pa moves
Cut it, G ehnn
I spend a million on a me uhnn
Prally do the am a gihon
They don't know how I've been uhnn
Niggas think I'm a G-Boy
I'm in love with my computer
All I do is send the message, get the
Money
Stack it up and keep my feet up

[Chorus: Akuchi]
HOD fuck up the beat
DJ put it on repeat
This for my goons on the street
This for my goons on the street
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Move on the ground like el chapo
I move on the ground like I'm chapo
I move on the ground like el chapo
I move on the ground like el chapo, ehh
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo
Underground like el chapo

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Chapo

GENRE

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Yeah
Cha Po
Yeah ye ah

VERSE 1
M'tima uli phee
Ozaza ndi Chimwemwe eh
I call you my bae
You call me your baby eh
Get close to me babe (Get close to me babe)
Tabwera usendeze eh
Leave no space between us
(Ansanje) Tisawapase mpata
Coz' you know, I know
How it goes from here
You go where I go
We elope from here
Vama love ivi (ivi, ivi)
Ati you can die
Vama love ivi
Ndizokoma

CHORUS
Zimaterе zimatere! (terе tere tere tere)
Bwenzi Zikoma
Zimatere zimatere! (tere tere tere tere)
Bwenzi Zikoma
Iwe ndi ine
Kukondana
You and I
Ziko Ziko ziko
Bwenzi zikoma

VERSE 2
Mmmm Chabwino timayambana
Posamvesesana kukangana
Koma timakhulukililana
Mmmm kukondana
Kupemphelerana
Mwa ambuye timamapambana
Tikafooka timakankhana
Mbambadi mpaka banja
Coz' you know, I know
Where it goes from here
You go where I go
We elope from here
Vama love ivi
Ati you can die
Vama love ivi
Ndizokoma

CHORUS
Zimatere zimatere (tere tere tere tere)
Bwenzi Zikoma
Zimatere zimatere (tere tere tere tere)
Bwenzi Zikoma
Iwe ndi ine
Kukondana
You and I
Ziko Ziko ziko
Bwenzi zikoma

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Na' Nuevo by Anuel AA lyrics

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Anuel AA

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[Intro]
Real until death, you hear, baby?
Brr
The untouchables, the Illuminati
Anuel
The pistols, the sticks, Versace, Louis Vuitton
It's nothing new, bastard
Brr

[Chorus]
It's nothing new (Nothing new)
We pack all the kilos and we move them (We move them), uah (Uah)
It's nothing new (Nothing new)
We get you with the Dracos and we stitch you (We stitch you; brr), uah
It's nothing new (Nothing new)
My devil, I get naked in your pussy, baby
It's nothing new (Nothing new)
My pistol and all my rifles are all new, uah (Uah)

[Post-Chorus]
You kill me or I kill you first
I don't trust bitches, but the whores are wonderful
The tits are of a hundred, I empty the entire clip on you
And I war with whoever, like Chapo or like Güero
We hit you with the sticks and we crash into you
I look you in the eyes and I always read the disloyalty
When I close my eyes, I see all my dead ones
And my .40 is horny because I always finger it

[Verse 1]
(Anuel), eh
The .9 of nineteen, painted green and cream; special edition, baby (Baby)
The R is high class and shoots fulete and semi, and three in three (Brr)
My bitches all have money on their body and they suck my dick on the jet (On the jet)
And I put a pearl on my dick to grind on the clit and I ground on you (Hehe)
The Draco has drums and clips of thirty taped upside down (Upside down)
My pistol and the clips tucked in the Gucci and the Chicago jersey and the ten (Ten)
Jordan dressed in red with the 45 and with the 23 (Twenty three)
And I did the fly in his face, and I emptied the 22s on them (Brr!)
I caught them in a light, but the 47 jammed when I shot them (Shot them)
They shot me from behind, but Koa and El Negro fired the R at the same time (The untouchables, the Illuminati)
I fell with the Jordans and stuck them on the glass, and I crushed them
And his boss called asking why, and I told him: "Because I turned around" (Haha)

[Chorus]
It's nothing new (Nothing new)
We pack all the kilos and we move them (We move them), uah (Uah)
It's nothing new (Nothing new)
We get you with the Dracos and we stitch you (We stitch you; brr), uah
It's nothing new (Nothing new)
My devil, I get naked in your pussy, baby
It's nothing new (Nothing new)
My pistol and all my rifles are all new, uah (Uah)

[Post-Chorus]
You kill me or I kill you first
I don't trust bitches, but the whores are wonderful
The tits are of a hundred, I empty the entire clip on you
And I war with whoever, like Chapo or like Güero
We hit you with the sticks and we crash into you
I look you in the eyes and I always read the disloyalty
When I close my eyes, I see all my dead ones
And my .40 is horny because I always finger it
Eh, brr

[Verse 2]
I have three routes on Jet Blue and by mail, and in the boxes, by UPS (UPS)
I fell in love with the R's and I added fulete, and I fixed up the 47s (Fixed up)
I shot him and harmed him, and I left his face like a zombie from Walking Dead (Brr!)
My God, forgive me, but that son of a bitch snitched and I crucified him (Amen)
He brought them the skeleton
And in the R's system is inside of the AK (Brr)
The heroin kiosks
The cocaine kiosks, and the crack kiosks (The crack kiosks)
Magazines of 30
And the stick in hand, bastard, like Papa (Papa)
We are going to kill you
And after we are going to see your news on Xposed and on WAPA (Haha)
The buttons and the drums of 100, and 50 for the .9 and for the .40 (For the .40)
Selling the kilos of cocaine to 3-5, like Pablo in the eighties (Pablo Escobar)
Jordan with the 23 and the .9, and the 45 in the nineties (Nineties)
And to 90 we sell the kilos of heroin, but we buy them in 50 (Ah)
Three kilos of heroin, three kilos of heroin; Deliver them to me on a silver platter (On a silver platter)
I put this dick in your bitch and the elephant trunk in your pussy (Hehehe)
Brr, I conquered, and we broke a kilo, and I got it (I got)
I hit myself so hard being in prison that it appears that I turned myself in, brr! (Haha)

[Chorus]
It's nothing new (Nothing new)
We pack all the kilos and we move them (We move them), uah (Uah)
It's nothing new (Nothing new)
We get you with the Dracos and we stitch you (We stitch you; brr), uah
It's nothing new (Nothing new)
My devil, I get naked in your pussy, baby
It's nothing new (Nothing new)
My pistol and all my rifles are all new, uah (Uah)

[Outro]
From Torre to Calma, the devils, you hear, bastard?
Chris Jeday (Brr!)
What's up, Chris Jeday
May Gaya rest in peace, amen
Gaby Music
Anuel
The untouchables, the Illuminati
We are always with the 47, bastard
Haha!

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No Discussions by Kid2Close2U lyrics

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Kid2Close2U

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LuvCurt[Intro]
-Ooo
Ya(x5)
Ooo

[Verse 1]
-Ya
She a bad b*tch
She a crazy
She a function
She be bugging out
She always making [?]
Had this show before
You gone get a concussion
We move differently
And yeah no discussions
Bro be quiet he be making his introduction
Why that girl looking at me?
Yeah disgusting!
B*tch this ain’t about you
No one like yo attitude
You can leave right alert
Can’t give a f*ck bout you
And we stay lit

[Verse 2]
-On that gang s*it
Don’t care what yo set is
We gon wreck it
Send thoughs hollowtics
While my haters finally
Resting
Where were you
When I need you?
I went out of my way just to save you
Still no gratitude so I hate you
Ooo
I can’t trust nobody
Pull up in that mmm
Then I pull up in that mmm
Gotta go get that




Kid2Close2U[Verse 1]
-Gotta go get back
N*ggas ain’t inviting me to s*it so get off my page
I remember when I was little and I was built up with rage
I walk in McDonalds and I see you working minimum wage
I skrrt through the vile cuz you said that is where you resided
I saw you
I beat yo ass then I was divided
I left you alone cuz I saw you were misguided
Now you is my n*gga I ain’t quick to solve it

[Verse 2]
-Me and LuvCurt in the booth and we trappin
We hanging with gang and nothing regardless
We setting fire in the booth
We fighting
We trappin’
You already know that we artists
Big NTB
That’s family 4 ever
I caught my top opp lacking
He thought he was clever
Not today b*tch
You already that it’s Opposite Day b*tch
I kill yo ass 9/11 style b*tch
I escaped with your body El Chapo b*tch
Pissed on your body then left you b*tch

Kid2Close2U [Outro]
-Gotta go get back
N*ggas ain’t inviting me to s*it so get off my page
I remember when I was little and I was built up with rage
And y’all did jack s*it little n*gga
I walk in McDonalds and I see you working minimum wage
You deserve more since you got my n*gga locked up in the cage
I popped out my place just see where you live
I skrrt through the vile cuz you said that is where you resided
I saw you
I beat yo ass then I was divided
I left you alone cuz I saw you were misguided
Now you is my n*gga I ain’t quick to solve it

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