Secure Ma Bag (Prod. by Boi Jake & Slimbo) Lyrics

Secure Ma Bag (Prod. by Boi Jake & Slimbo) - E.L

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Always spit from the heart, yeah

Always spit from the heart

Lomi!

Two (E.L baby!)

One

Ayaaya ya ya, yeah

Niggas call me Lomi

But my name be something wey you no go fit to understand

Came up and I saw my numbers

And my mama said one day you'll be the fuckin' man

They never thought that I could ever make it

I'm on the top and I could levitate

I dedicate this song to every hater

Wey he say we never go see better days (Ooo!)

Look at me!

Lomi on a different level, put the pedal to the metal

I'm a rebel, never settle

Shoutout to my Ghana youth up in the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

Get the paper, rep your neighborhood

Forget a hater, celebrate it

Never look another nigga' own

You no know what he do

Chale dey for you lane, lane, lane, lane, lane

I tell you plain, plain, plain, plain

I see the same thing err'day

You figure say the game change

Game fame, no change

Came in t'ing

I tried to tell em, tried to warn these niggas

I tried to parent, like I born these niggas

I tell them to chill like Labone niggas

Them no listen so I for secure my bag

Secure my bag

Or do your good

Or do your bad

I wish you well

But me diɛ, secure my bag

Secure my bag, secure my bag!

Secure my bag

Or do your good

Or do your bad

I wish you well

But me diɛ, secure my bag

Secure my bar, Secure my bag! (Bar, bitch!)

Yeah, look

Our father, who dey in the heavens above us

Niggas no go fit my pajamas but they want walk in my Balenciagas

Chale we naa this, we gettin' dollars

Nana Gee and my brother, we ballers

My ride is heavily armored

Stacking up bodies like Jeffrey Dahmer

I don't wanna get involved, get involved

You no go show me love, you be long

Me I go dey give it all up to the Lord

Baba God go dey kill 'em all, kill 'em all

And I got goals in my mind like gold in a mine

That'll kill 'em in four minutes time or less

So look at the sky and open your eyes

You go see me my niggas so fly

Yeah, bless!

How 'bout we skip all the pleasantaries

Time no dey, make we get to that money talk (Ay!)