
TURN UP BeegBoi (Ft. OluwaNasBoi)
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VERSE 1
Tick tock, tick tock/ you time's going tick tock/
We top the chart like wyclef's hit, cluck cluck/
Still wanna b!tch, go 'head and suck a cock/
Ain't heard of me, you must live under a rock/
'warmed your way into my heart, now its grown cold/
Shit no make sense again like BB bold/
No space for you like concerts outsold/
Rap olympian, my neck is all gold/
I got drive, no chaffeur/
If there is, it'd be God 'cos He take me to my destiny/
To my haters, two words, your father/
Me cherish beef with that igbo food, ofada/
Uneasy lies the head that bear the crown/
And uneasy lies the face that bear the frown/
And if you're wack artiste, then suffice to say/
Uneasy lies the engineer that mix the sound/
CHORUS
Mo dem jaiye orimi (jaiye orimi) X3
Mo dem jaiye orimi (na so...)
Ooohh... Ooohh....
Flex with them, flex with them
Welcome to my residence
I dey kill the show, i dey send nobody
Oya welcome mr. president
Ooohhh.... ooohhh...
Na na na (na)
We turn up
Tick tock, tick tock/ you time's going tick tock/
We top the chart like wyclef's hit, cluck cluck/
Still wanna b!tch, go 'head and suck a cock/
Ain't heard of me, you must live under a rock/
'warmed your way into my heart, now its grown cold/
Shit no make sense again like BB bold/
No space for you like concerts outsold/
Rap olympian, my neck is all gold/
I got drive, no chaffeur/
If there is, it'd be God 'cos He take me to my destiny/
To my haters, two words, your father/
Me cherish beef with that igbo food, ofada/
Uneasy lies the head that bear the crown/
And uneasy lies the face that bear the frown/
And if you're wack artiste, then suffice to say/
Uneasy lies the engineer that mix the sound/
CHORUS
Mo dem jaiye orimi (jaiye orimi) X3
Mo dem jaiye orimi (na so...)
Ooohh... Ooohh....
Flex with them, flex with them
Welcome to my residence
I dey kill the show, i dey send nobody
Oya welcome mr. president
Ooohhh.... ooohhh...
Na na na (na)
We turn up
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