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obibini - plugs n effects lyrics

intro:
ayo ayo! m7, ebinom klick
obibini live on the set, ladies and gentlemen!
ay 436, na wose s3n, young boss!
yeah live on the set, listen!

verse 1:
bibiaa y3 causes and effects
ask the corpses in the dirt
how you hustle in here, ebe in your pockets dey reflect
ebe clear how much you talking simply from the way you bled
my homie get license to k!ll, me nipa karma, where you at !
only you go know the reason why you bleeding where you rest
but we no fi hear, my sefwi thugs already take your head
i shun dey explain myself, i leave am for my bayonet
once again wudini won’t be proving sh-t to any neck
u want ob the nice guy or ob the black joseph stalin
hand to your family a duffle bag with ur skull in
tough fellows dey mellow when the bosses get em summoned
blood oozing out ur face like you wan chop salim
the demons with me be jealous
stay away or end up in a box like kellogg’s
you distort their purpose
)kwasea a w’asi wo bo, k)soaa n’3y3 woho des3efo)
3mmere no so a, m3ma y3afa wo fo tes3 cigarette bo) biaatch!

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verse 2:
it’s like breaking a lot of rules just to make a way out
it’s all records, you might get paid or get slayed out
spade up the negative vibes all in your head before you fade up
the dreams can change while on your way up
i’ve been in the streets like tyres spinning with speed
bars k!lling on fleet, on charged venomous speech
k!lling with every strike, checking in every flight
stefanie in my turf with me s-xing in every night
the vibe rose to the right coast the mike toast with a diagnose
i’m high mostly tryna focus my emotions like whoa!
can’t stop, do not fold
i’m a trapper with a swagger ready to grab the beat and chop em
ask ob, rap know me like balling with shaq and kobe
i’m a strapped og, get the facts only
get the strap homie, rappers get melancholy
it’s a cold world full of bitter pills
fellaz rob paul to pay peter still

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verse 3:
abia wonny3 wudini, it’s nothing close to ur will
nso atr) a wodii no mmere bi prolly got somebody k!lled
john coffey wasn’t a monster, society no be real
i no dey fancy picnics, snakes live in the lawn still
we were boys in the hood
nana ampomah y3 abanoma, he’s constantly abused
his shoes got us amused
we never knew we be fools by not supporting the dude
into a monster he grew, i heard he murdered a few
if you ever gimme water, then i owe you the sea
real heroes no dey talk, we dey top dey oversee
the result of bad decision, devil just overdweet
that’s why i call becky at dawn make she pray over me
woa wotaa m’akyi from the days of ma story, te amo!
i remember every penny, i’m prepared to pay ya more
mcees p3s3 y3fa mic but when they see me, they abort
cos they know say when i dey inside, dem go see dema sorr!

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