Walele Lyrics

Oh lord

Oh lord

Timmy Timmy Boy yeah

Hmm mmm

Father Abraham

How many sons??

Your pikin don dey halla you for long oh

Oh Father Abraham ahn ahn

How many sons

How many sons

Your pikin don dey halla you for long

I cried a River

Forty days forty nights

Nobody look my side

When I light my cigar

My lungs are holding tight

Make we no lose this fight

Cos e get my jigga

Way been no look my side

If I text am him go go

Reply with sticker

Make dem no chop my eye

I don Dey lose my mind

I be one man soldier

I wear my suit and tie

Vivid imagination

For this e my hangover

I left my shoes untied

This matter na do or die

I go buy that Rover

Wether na black or white

Me I go come inside

With my short knicker

You no fit kill my vibe

You no fit kill my vibe no

Walele Walele Walele Walele oh

I put my stress for the trees I burn

If e too much I go use my gun

No pressure me na my race I run

Walele Walele Walele walele oh oh oh

My heart so cold I put am for cup

No mix my gin I go drink am raw

Walele oh make you sing my song

Life no be joke I face am with my clear eyes

I no be fake I no get I no wear ice

Na only me I know say me no get guys

When you go church make you pray for me next time

Walele Walele Walele Walele oh

I put my stress for the trees I burn

If e too much I go use my gun

No pressure me na my race I run

Walele Walele Walele walele oh oh oh

My heart so cold I put am for cup

No mix my gin I go drink am raw

Walele oh make you sing my song

I go face my front

Yeah

Walele oh for the trees I burn

Walele oh make I

Sing my song uhn uhn

Timmy Timmy Boy

Timmy boy

Timmy boy

Eh na

Oh na na na