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omar sterling (paedae) - bangers and reload lyrics

dis the bump your head music
is not for radio
the younger heads use it
play on your stereo
this life is a marry go
last week we made a lot dough
this week we almost broke
hope for tomorrow though
real ballers but we don’t play games
yeah, we know b+tch niqqars buh we won’t say names
flow h2o yet we still spit flames
what the f+ck are you saying

fell in love with words from elementary
it meant a lot to me that why we legendary
will take a century to figure me out
when we were young touch one and
we started a riot
ma girl en brother beat ma girl we went to their house
shout to m doh doh doti dot ma man manifest
ghana wanna hear us on a song
and it will manifest
i like how you rap
you don’t put money first
you sick run a test, old school adane best
dapper don sterling bro son of an illiterate
so school never meant nothing to me why is it still this grade
you know there’s no debate
this rap heavy weight
roll up, go up, now let start celebrate
greatest of all time
yeah here he go
dope bars only he mistook it for kilo
from mino to hero
we started at zero
you said you hustle let me see dough
talk is cheap and its free bro
come to our free shows
bangers and reload
bangers and reload
come to our free shows
bangers and reload
bangers and reload
talk is cheap i mean its free bro
bangers and reload
bangers and reload
talk is cheap
come to our free shows
bangers and reload
bangers and reload
this life is a b+tch
is in a perm
we in a concrete jungle really a lions den
we want the money for our demo
ma hommie showed concern but he never help us
its cool, we still stood firm
and then tables turn, niqqa you know we learn
now we are the hardest on the block
that kush you know it burns
we don’t spit much but when we do it germs
i don’t hold grudge but bro we can’t be friends
eye for an eye, look for your tribe
refuse to be broke 2bees till we die
dark skin girl with the booty by my side
don’t be shy girl, you are my type
hwɛ ne body ne ni skin tone
goes to be precise
forget east legon, abogba we reside
tema’s finest, tema’s pride
it used to be sugar solution and bread to survive

dis the bump your head music
is not for radio
the younger heads use it
play on your stereo
this life a marry go
last week we made a lot dough
this week we almost broke
hope for tomorrow though
real ballers but we don’t play games
yeah, we know b+tch niqqas buh we won’t say names
flow h2o yet we still spit flames
what the f+ck are you saying

talk is cheap and its free bro
come to our free shows
bangers and reload
bangers and reload
come to our free shows
bangers and reload
bangers and reload
talk is cheap i mean its free bro
bangers and reload
bangers and reload
talk is cheap
come to our free shows
bangers and reload
bangers and reload
act tough, your back jaw
you no dey hear man come this be facts soɔ
i put my heart and my soul in a rap song
this platform is a scarce place that im from
thats why we take it easy with the rich talk
you know the sleak talk
bragging about what i got and what you ain’t got
bragging about what i bought and you can’t buy
it stresses me out i can’t lie
but
but some of our friends do things that make us smile
our other friends only do wrong but still we proud
we only look for real not perfect
i like your style
10 years later we hear still please the crowd
step in my shoes young man try run a mile
you know the reason we be running the streets and running well
humble like a child but still we wild
milley please pass the loud
ma mamma raise me a king
ma daddy raised me to win
daddy never went to school but daddy gave me a pen
the irony, everything is soo arrange
who would have thought this pen would pay for our rent
i mean buy us a house, take care of our friends
gym your pocket e no be situps
we use to question god why us
look where we live at
please bless us we will give back
he did and we did that

dis the bump your head music
is not for radio
the younger heads use it
play on your stereo
this life is a marry go
last week we made alot dough
this week we almost broke
hope for tomorrow dou
real ballers but we dont play games
yeah, we know b+tch niqqas buh we won’t say names
flow h2o we still spit flames
what the fvk are you saying

- omar sterling paedae lyrics

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