
Reaching Chip (Ft. Burna Boy)
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[Hook: Burna Boy]
Won le won ba mi o
Won se won to mi o
Awon aronipin
Won le wo ba o
Won le won ba mi o
Won se won to mi o
Awon aronipin
Won le wo ba o
Tawa ki lon so
To ba wu won kan so o
Tawa ki lon so
To ba wu won kan so o
Tawa ki lon so
To ba wu won kan so o
Tawa ki lon so
To ba wu won kan so o
[Verse 1: Chip]
I've gotta stop slewing, it's true
I've got the kind of power that can have you on the news
I don't want my energy channeled for you
I burn an MC and then I burn another zoot
Big batty gyal, she haffi work, work, work
Say she loves how I give them this work, work, work
I'll say anybody's name if I have to
Cuh I'm not a chicken or a jerk, jerk, jerk
But I'm well-seasoned
Spice is like when I'm pepper squeezing
Every other month, a new nigga reaching
Gbenu e soun, leave it
We ain't got a reason, you didn't have a reason
One time for my nigers that love designers
Clean Everyday, and all my 419-ers
Best way out's through, you can't run when it's sticky
It's bookey everywhere but God still got Chippy, awoh
Won le won ba mi o
Won se won to mi o
Awon aronipin
Won le wo ba o
Won le won ba mi o
Won se won to mi o
Awon aronipin
Won le wo ba o
Tawa ki lon so
To ba wu won kan so o
Tawa ki lon so
To ba wu won kan so o
Tawa ki lon so
To ba wu won kan so o
Tawa ki lon so
To ba wu won kan so o
[Verse 1: Chip]
I've gotta stop slewing, it's true
I've got the kind of power that can have you on the news
I don't want my energy channeled for you
I burn an MC and then I burn another zoot
Big batty gyal, she haffi work, work, work
Say she loves how I give them this work, work, work
I'll say anybody's name if I have to
Cuh I'm not a chicken or a jerk, jerk, jerk
But I'm well-seasoned
Spice is like when I'm pepper squeezing
Every other month, a new nigga reaching
Gbenu e soun, leave it
We ain't got a reason, you didn't have a reason
One time for my nigers that love designers
Clean Everyday, and all my 419-ers
Best way out's through, you can't run when it's sticky
It's bookey everywhere but God still got Chippy, awoh
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