Roadman Lyrics

Roadman - corizo

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Dem don’t know nothing.......

Corizo chop the instrumental

the way calaba they chop dog

Wooof.....

Them never cut your kneck

You don dey bark

Like person Bingo nah catch

Stark my money up

I can’ relax

We never play defense

We dey attack

At least

Three shot inna the air

Clear the air space

Loud the music Like say

Nah you get the estate

Full ibaeid

When I pull up

Issa an ambush

We no do no body language

Fire headshot

Grahphing at the best spot

Them no fit test us, give them go ahead

Them no fit first us

Your bani dy my bus stop

WIth her bumb shot

No be rocket you dey hear bro

Nah gunshot

Am going harder, start the instrumental

With anger

Them never start the instrumental

I carry voltage for the rap

Am tony Kabaka

Never settle for less

Am an roadman

But no money for loud

I stick with Arizona

Call me Oluwa Burna

How many kpo I dy burn am

Jessica nah puff puff pass

Suffry dey burn am

Na Colorado

No be weed

The story no be gist

Emaka don craze

Stop smoking Canabis

And I dey drop bars for the beat

No be cigar

My lyrics push strings from your brain like

E guitar

You know the boy

Bahd...

The truth is very bitter

Mix the Alemo with coke

If nothing no dey drunk am

Bounce it down for a nigga

She want the Gucci purse

Moving body like a piton

Make your mama proud

Take it down

Bring it up

Shake that buddies make it work

Burst it down for a nigga

If it wasn’t Gucci purse....

Three shot inna the air

Clear the airspace

Loud the music like say nah you

Get the estate

Fully valid

When II pull up

Issa an ambush

We no do no body language

Fire headshot

Graphing for the best spot

You no fit test us

Give them go ahead

Them no fit first us

Them bani dey my bus stop

With her bumbshot

No be rocket you dey hear

Na gunshot

As he dy pain them

Nah so he dey sweat us

Violate

Me I use the bani see front

As he dey pain them

Nah so he dey sweet us

As I dey pipe her

She dey feel the necotine rush

I never make like three million dollar

Yet I can’t relent

You talking of forgiveness

Am coming for revenge

The bani dey my front seat

Dey Snapchat for the Benz

And she came here with her friends

Amarachi no dey shout

She make that budie clap

Givers never lack

She let me beat it from the back

The banie no be dog

I plug in she dey bark

I traffigate my d:Cl

I put her her p^ssy on reverse

Loud the music make

We jam am

Police dey road you jam am

He fire my tire

He for stay road if he gallant

Make that buddie work, work work

Rihanna

She’s dancing like a monkey

I feed her my banana

Three shot inna the air

Clear the airspace

Loud the music like say nah you

Get the estate

Fully valid pull up

Issa an ambush

We no do no body language

Fire headshot

Graphing for the best spot

Them no fit test us, give them go ahead

Them no fit first us

Bani dy my bus stop

WIth her bumb shot

No be rocket you dey hear bro

Nah gunshot

Anti set cost code.. roadman

No sleeping at the bundle

Road man

When you start seeing bundle

Roadman

My trigger finger go pum... pum..

I still give praise to the most high

Roadman

Trapping at the bundle

Roadman

Trespass man jungle

Roadman

My trigger finger go pum..

Roadman.. ahh