Lyrics Olamide – Sons Of Anarchy
Text:
Pheelz — Mr producer
But, more ohhh
Burna Boy:
You make me tempt uh nuh this
You know my black is my turf
Anything wey come fit test me,
Say dem bow down down gun figure rest
You make me tempt uh nuh this
With my gun and my bullet proof vest
You know my black is my turf
Anything wey come fit test me,
Say dem bow down down gun figure rest
Phyno:
Yeah, nwa ona ada uda
Ma ubochi mu na my men ga agbako ka ebe ana aka uka
Nwanne achuba gi, aga achu gi ka imara aka akpa
Isi ka ikpalu, nwanne ihe anyi kpalu bu aka ala
Eze na achi akpa, my brain, on pitch shiit
The knowledge’s too deep
Before you crossed, chetekwa I got the full clip
Igbalum nku nga agbaji gi ka toothpick
Ma kwakpa nsobu, anytime me and my goons meet
Aisala gba new whip, your nigghers — them too sleep
Meanwhile, iwugharia ebee gi kpoga gi ulo ogwu tinye gi dreep
Achorom snitch niggher, achorom black sheep
Biko achorom Judas ga erem cheap
Can only count on one or two nigghers
And when they finally gotta be my men from Bariga
The girl no na high speed anyi enye ya oso ka cheater
Burna Boy:
You make me tempt uh nuh this
With my gun and my bullet proof vest
You know my black is my turf
Anything wey come fit test me,
Say dem bow down down gun figure rest
You make me tempt uh nuh this
With my gun and my bullet proof vest
You know my black is my turf
Anything wey come fit test me,
Say dem bow down down gun figure rest
Olamide:
Oluwa l’Oluso aguntan mi, iyen mo mo
But, eni t’o ba be, a ma sare je k’o mo
Won ni mo stubborn, bi ti eran kuru
M’o n se Mahaji, but they call me Guru
Ah, oro wo’le de o — Kabiesi
Opa Ase o kin sun, n’ibi t’ade o si
Awon t’on ni Muhamed, tabi Yaweh o si
Aye l’on se won, ko s’ibi t’aye o si
Ahnn, Achiever ni mi, bi ti OC
Am here for the green, you can call me ‘So Sick’
Ahnn, no be God? E lo bi Gino
Lori Titi, awa l’awon Efiwe tun ma ji wo
Ahnn, gang gang, awon t’emi with the gan-gan
Awon t’emi Weird, bi ti Shola l’ori gan-gan
Phyno, Alobam, Don Gorgon
Orun! won’ le le wa ba a, a ti ja lo, yeah, we don Gone!
Burna Boy:
You make me tempt uh nuh this
With my gun and my bullet proof vest
You know my black is my turf
Anything wey come fit test me,
Say dem bow down down gun figure rest
You make me tempt uh nuh this
With my gun and my bullet proof vest
You know my black is my turf
Anything wey come fit test me,
Say dem bow down down gun figure rest