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Jesse Jagz( Jesse Garba Abaga )
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Nigerian Gangster
And now Mr Wallace, it is the most corrupt Nation that i have covered I have been there 25 years ago And i have been there recently last year
He walks into the spot See us pimping every stops Cranberry and some rocks Shots chilling on them rocks He listens for the cops He can hear the ticking of the clocks Since the tail of the chicken in a fox Hands still shaking from the shotgun Each and every stops into wishing an on top Kitchen is at locks Still listen if anybody knocks Vision never stops How he never listen to his pops Now he wishing he was ready for the mission He was too young to listen Guns gone missing He on the Television, from New York to Bristol One hell of a mission Even on the international Now give it up for that Nigerian gangster You move to fast they might blast you Street is after, police they might catch you Its a fact they next man be an actor Too hard to capture, back door contractor Cruse in a Mansion, chased by the LASMA Pace getting faster, place say Alaska Registration is a fake from Madagascar
Ungrateful He unfaithful Do anything he paid to And everybody hate you It's a wonder how you make dough They too late to underrate you I'm talking M, talking Ice, talking wizzi Too hot for TV, believe me it easy I'm talking jazzy, I'm talking Banky I'm talking Nigerian swag, I'm talking swanky This the chapter, Captain that man sir Nigerian gangster Can't see me all you hear is my laughter Gold is what am after, silver & alabasa Am a bastard am a goon am a paster See am a real G am an actor, Contractor, move brigs like a tractor I'm a singer, producer and am a rapper
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm talking VEC, I'm talking Phyno I'm talking Olamide, am talking Gino I'm talking English I'm talking Nigerian Lingua Ain't f around baby girl, am talking man dingo Let it bounce, let it breath Am talking real shady business Too hot for TV, Believe me Moda f^^ ain't easy Peace to the dream to the green white green Or hail the machine and pray it to the queen From Saudi Arabia to Greece, peace I pray, let your favour increase Chains on our feets, slaves from the east Stay for the feast and make way for the beast Mary Jane that I kiss, is AK for the streets I'm gon lay in my sheets, everyday plenty weeks. It's mrder, OJ when I creep. Dre on the beat, it's okay for the freaks. I'm hustling in my jeans, no play when I sleep. Monday to Sunday, I need more days of the week. And here's to the dream, I'm a awake when I sleep, I ache in my feet and I'mma take, I'mma keep, Now tell me, are you fake or you deep, Are you grey, are you weak. Are you ape or you sheep. Now get ready for the beast, The whole earth gon shake when I speaks, There's an earthquake in my sheets, The earth bakes from the snakes and the crips, Heard they was waiting for Jacobs to feed, yeah, I heard it was a major retreat. At bae on my bae For I am made strong, They was made to be weak. I came to scotch 'em, I tamed the scorpion. Houston to Compton Spain to Austin, Ukraine to Boston, Goddamn I'm awesome, my flow's smoother than Johnsons and Johsnon Now here's to the captain and the masters To every Nigerian gangstar, The love gets cold like shine all over. It's the story of the soldier, Five stars on my shoulder, born in the vision, An extra-celestial life form is lethal in the field of position. Mama always told me, said Life is a mission, it's was my decision, I was too young to listen. I read what was written, surely it was forbidden, For loving is religion, It came down under the form of a dove and a pigeon, See I'm in the prison. Conscripted in the system, I rose through a division.
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