Still Guessing Lyrics

I totally forgot how you sound like

But when I listened to you, I was like

No way

Herh

Oh my God

Like you're really good

Like I'm not gonna lie

I'm not even trying to hype or anything

But you're

I'm so impressed

Ei

Wow

I'm happy for you

Please

Tell the AG that you've found a new career path

So, the law, you don't want to do it again

You've quit

Guess who this is?

It's Mr. Steal Your Girl

I'm back in business

Here to heal the world

But first I go fuck am up plus ma ammunitions

So who dey amp you bitches?

This game be ref, you dey the rear view

Wey we dey some rare view

So don't let me ask you this shit twice

If you bitches need insight

I'll have you witness

If you nodey see this sick shit

Imma spit it in my hand and slap you with it

We dey roll like Jesus with it

Like a biblical Yeezus

Which is like a miracle

Flee, you witches

It's a lyrical thesis, dimwits

And if shit gets physical

You're gonna need you stitches

Typical

'Cause this game deɛ you for dey move plus your mind

It's telekinesis, bitches

(Wicked)

This is how everyone sees us

(Misfits)

We some intelligent creatures

(Big shit)

Heavy like elephant faeces

Wig sits on my head — as the court pleases

Telling ma Gs I'll quit this shit only when the sun freezes

Sekof I no get am easy

I no go fit risk it for the biscuit

Chale law never dey ground

Ebe hardcore

Ma nigga say ebe RBD he go die for

But chale if you be snake, you go need a cardboard box

If I detect you, ebe Harry Potter Part 4

I go take your witchcraft World Cup

Then part your snake head into two parts

Chale we no fit be close if enobe rap or you nobe beatmaker

See ya later

Fuck peace, hater

I nodey support peacemakers like Harcourt

This ain't no story 'bout no rags to riches

Still guessin' who's that dude who's rappin' sick shit

Dude who gives no fucks about no racks or bitches

I no dey biz

(Oh why?)

Mentee wo case

(Oh my)

I no dey biz

(No lie)

Mentee wo case

(So cry)

I no dey biz

Guess who's home though?

They called him Rude Boy D

For those who don't know

Game was too noisy

I had to cop a silencer

No po-po

So who dey amp you bozos?

If your rapper no dey rep that school that's on the hill

Like Frodo

Then yo bro, he ain't my dawg

I'm Lobo

Better crown me, dude

I'm Solomon

If you clown me, do like Pogo

Or fuck around and bruise

Loco since Cris Shaker found me

Rude, I know no mercy with the flow — like Percy

I finish with a strike like Junior Agogo

Sickest with a mic

Wonder who writes so cold

Niggas no dey like when I do my promo!

(Wicked)

This is how everyone sees us

(Misfits)

We some intelligent creatures

(Big shit)

Heavy like elephant faeces

Wig sits on my head — as the court pleases

Telling ma Gs I'll quit this shit only when the sun freezes

Sekof I no get am easy

I no go fit risk it for the biscuit

Chale law never dey ground

Ebe hard

Now I dey the Bar, boy

Senior high times wey I raise the bar, boy

I had to get booed on a Saturday night first

So the week end norr I turn star, boy

Now I be Azar, boy — number one

Lying king

See, your girl ein heart go fit to get scar, boy

So if you dey hear from me

Buckle up in fear honey

Haters lookin' dead funny

Ebe like Richard Pryor, boy

This ain't no story 'bout no rags to riches

Still guessin' who's that dude who's rappin' sick shit

Dude who gives no fucks about no racks or bitches

I no dey biz

(Oh why?)

Mentee wo case

(Oh my)

I no dey biz

(No lie)

Mentee wo case

(So cry)

I no dey biz

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