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attitude - kontrovasi lyrics

intro:
oh better 2x
my life just got bigger

verse 1:
aggressive att-tude!
i started smashing every opportunity that comes my way and i don’t use protection
i’m so much back in tune
toast to the days when i used to write raps and tear it up cos it ain’t cool
we bout to change the rules
well i don’t need to file pet-tion cos na really just a waste of time from the beginning
i’m bout to break a leg
yeah if i do, i know couple n-gg-s will be hatin’ on me and i’ll break their necks
i came with full force! tell ’em put their hands up!
make dem off their shirt, panties and their f-cking g-shock
pick up! its the re-up!
ogbeni i’m the great one
ask around they gone tell you i’ve been getting figures
straight up! its the real god
machiavelli rap god
rest in peace barrack ‘o grin, 2pac and biggie i’m biggy although i’m skinny bro weigh me
i’m not too heavy
poor diet cos i only got the time for my music
listen!

hook: (twice)
i never let “her” go
no i always let “her” stay
i ain’t talking bout your girl i’m talking bout my cash
putting more work bro you know i never dumb it down
cos that’s what happens when you left alone to handle life

verse 2:
i’m happy cos my friend’s been calling me their hero
like jimmy the creator, been soaring like an eagle
the blessings coming from above and every angle
i’m like hallelujah! thanks to jah jehovah
i’m bout to pop all the bottles with all my homies
them ladies dining and whining cos we been spending
the boy been steady be working you know the reason
they say i got haters, i’m like what’s an hater?
won fe lè mi ba eni ti moti mu nitrogen
e lo ko won wa a won temi yapa lori street
homie ask around
i’ve been rolling like ferrari wheel
and i’m the typa boy, who gone make your daddy millie rock
jamming up! homie na my song dem dey play for there
listen up! i already bless up the airwaves
take a shot! adrenaline rush to my music
god is great before never thought i would make it
listen!

verse 3:
fresh boy top down wearing all gucci
drop and dead swag they’ve been wishing they could copy
dripping sauce, that’s my girl she’s so bad and bougee
na she dey make me dey craze, ain’t no psychiatric
in the city call a uber with dem tinted gl-ss
very funny lately i’ve been acting like a star
i just roll coded chilling with dem calamari
john cena in the city you can never see me
mama told me son make the money like a boss
ever since i put my words and lay it on the cross
make the moneybag fat like rick ross
icy neck chains gold on my michael kors
durosoke l’ori building looking at the world
reminiscing bout the past so i just let it drop
couple chardonnay bottles staying with my thoughts
living lavish bro i let the cup overrun

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