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tfac£ - unruly lyrics

{tface unrulyy x2)

{tface]: african ting, from ghana, leng one called, rama, brownskin lips, or coco see 1 but she make me go loco, and she knows i ain’t tryna do a 9 to 5 – so you know i gotta work all night, tryna turn a dream into reality, stoppin’ this lifestyle mums mad at me, mula every day that’s the routine, but for now my life’s gucci. she a keeper like de gea, got dead tings calling me a player. soon we shutting down shows, act broke while i stack them notes. pretty one she’s so flirtatious, she a loyal one so i’ma move patient – she fell in love with a nijah boy tface, what you take me for. all we do is finesse foreva, live lavish till our lives get better, and i know we got potential, cah this girl shes sweet and special, big one back strong like metal, tface unrulyy
ghanaian ting she throw it back nice, and i know she wanna be wife, but she knows i’m all about the paper so sorry b, i’ll have to see ya later. – when she brukking off her back like tic-toc whine up your waist b, don’t stop, and she wanna play my mind like its fifa, but she a wife so i know not to leave her, and i’m telling you, she’s 10 outta 10, aye, i call her ms. lengleng, h-lla man tryna cat my wave, cah i’m too wavey, got your girl call me babyy, tface to smooth wid ya ladyy, positive mind, summer time, all about dem, good vibes…

{hook}: tface unruly, african ting come do me, tface unruly african ting come do mee

{kz}: in the rave i be steppin’ wiv my js, gyally on me now she sayin’ i’m crayy. now she saying that she wanna be wifey, buh sorry baby, i need stacks everyday, man’s strongin in the field like kessie, then ima run through your team like messi. on the pitch man you know you can’t test me, then milly rock on their squad like jesse. jamaican ting and she throw it back nice, lovely like curry goat and rice, me and my team we the grinding type no we don’t go sleep, we be up all night, big up tface man he’s wunna my guys, out here with his ghanaian type, but me i got a thing for the caramels, so you know i gotta treat her right, bop diddy bop diddy bop diddy bop, gyal throw it back all night don’t stop, see i’m tryna chase this paper ad i’m never gonna stop, cah you know kz, man i’m all about my gwop

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