+233(Badda Man) Lyrics

I'm a classic man

When we hit that thing then we pass it on

See me in de streets imma badda man, make it one month fast, this ain't Ramadan

Making money flee for my brother man

+233 that's the motherland

Tryna make it big for my mother man (Ye ye)

Oluwa the Badda man (Ye ye)

Ha, I'm a classic man

Them man smoke trees like a ganja man (Them mad)

Don't call JB I'm the only one

Ni kwaisa jon, that's a joker man (Them mad)

They all jokers man and we noticed that

She see me off set then she throw it back

The way she whine got to hold her back

Say make I change my flow cause my flow's unmatched

Daily offender, crazy east-ender

I lead my bros they see me like a mentor

I stay calm cause me no want lose my temper

My girl she bad, she make I fail November

The usna round, so soft and it's tender

She throw it back make man want surrender

Most girls are there like community center

They send me hate and it goes back to sender (Sender)

I'm a classic man

When we hit that thing then we pass it on

See me in de streets imma badda man, make it one month fast, this ain't Ramadan

Making money flee for my brother man

+233 that's the motherland

Tryna make it big for my mother man (Ye ye)

Oluwa the Badda man (Ye ye)

The way she bend and clap it

Standing ovation when she grabs and sluts it

I do that dance when I make deposits

I'm a young man carry bundles in pockets

Contain her sounds now she thinks I'm acoustic

You see me shine? there ain't no way to stop it

Cut you off cause I'm sick of taking losses

Making money now I'm feeling philanthropic

Mum said be humble

Make your enemies crumble

See me don't fumble

Spit bars no mumble

Last time I checked was you nigga in trouble?

Left your sis, fucking your bitch, man I call that a double

I started as a kid now I'm ready to rumble

That's how it feels fresh out the jungle

You had one job and it couldn't be handled

That's why your family is living in shambles

I'm a classic man

When we hit that thing then we pass it on

See me in de streets imma badda man, make it one month fast, this ain't Ramadan

Making money flee for my brother man

+233 that's the motherland

Tryna make it big for my mother man (Ye ye)

Oluwa the Badda man (Ye ye)

Ye ye

Ye ye

Oluwa the Badda man