Certified Bad Boy Lyrics

Aye, try one

East side, it's Tommy

Ayy, I'm coming all the way from Ghana Ma hwi mi kick agye mi Gucci bandana

Ayy, my n***a don't you cross this line I'ma unleash my beast, m'adwin bom sen Osama Ayy, your shawty say she wanna fuck my dick Solo, take your time and check the Rolex on my wrist

Wo ny3 me type oh, you cannot be my bitch Kojo Parker tsere mu s3 aha nu, we've got the drip

You say me home for a meal, nah, nah, baby

you sick

But I'm sicker than your ting, bro

Come my yard, make I show you how the thing goes

We run the town, more than Shatta Wale gringo

W3n gyi nipa endi oo, you see what they did to my people

Them go tell you, say they've got you, all be lie

Ebe the same people, them go stab you from behind

Them do me some before, them really make I cry

But I swear, this time around, you never go survive

Touch my gang, we gon' pull up in your hood

Wo girl nu ah falli ma ) sendi sendi nudes

Don't be surprised when you see me in the news

The boy is too sizeless, you cannot fit me in your shoes

When we step out, supercharger we dey cruise

I no go lie girl, you put me in the mood

Shake your booty, make I turn my rash on

Me y3 certified bad boy, I'm coming all the way from Ghana

My shawty make you catch in me Gucci bandana Ayy, my n***a don't you cross this line

I'ma unleash my beast, imagine the bombs in Osama Ayy, your shawty say she wanna fuck my dick

So look, take your time and check the Rolex on my wrist

When you me type, boy, you cannot be my bitch

Put you pack a trauma, say I know we've got a drip

Yes, send me home for a mule and I'll make me a sick

Six, six, six, we don't want that shit

Cause the boy is too blessed, I've got diamonds on my ring

Magye me white top ne mi komu bling blinks

what you want to show a n***a with the swag like this

Don't you make me pull the trigger when I'm pissed off

I lost my heart last year, so I know they show love

Sent from above so you can call me your new lord

I can really get cold and I can even get too hot

Touch my gang, we gon' pull up in your hood

We get enough for lima, what's in this? Any nudes

Shake your booty, make I turn my rash on

Me y3 certified bad boy

I'm coming all the way from Ghana

My shawty me kick a Jimmy Gucci bandana Ayy

My n***a don't you cross this line

I'ma unleash my beast, imagine the bombs in Osama Ayy

Your shawty say she wanna fuck my dick

So look, take your time and check the Rolex on my wrist

When you me type, boy, you cannot be my bitch

Put you pack a trauma, say I know we've got a drip

Yes, send me home for a mule and I'll make me a sick