RUN MY RACE ft. Lisa K & ABACHAA Lyrics

Quick don't let em find us

I'm Nigeria's finest

You know I'm getting commas

You know I'm always chilling with the ballers

Barber got me faded up call Mary Jane

Iced out Rollie no plain Jane

You know I make you dance insane

Been a long time hope you're doing alright

Do it with my chains and shoes on

29 shots got me feeling like

Walking outside with my shoes on

Getting rid of Henny pour it up

You know we outside get your groove on

Spending more time in the booth

Me and Lisa K got it cooking up

'Cause I know my fans gonna chew it up

Hundred million ladies have been queuing up

You're the only one that I'm thinking of

Everybody toast get your glasses up

Girl you know a lion can't be tamed

Kilofe Kilofe gba

Just keep on pass my cup

Haters were saying that I can't figure it out

Young mama hop in my ride

As a Yoruba man it's demon time

This for my brothers doing time

Kilofe gan Kilofe gba

Mo de gbona gan mio wa ja

This for my brothers doing time

Kilofe gan Kilofe gba

Mo de gbona gan mio wa ja

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah back

Lover lover I love how you make me feel

Baby it's so surreal

Travelled around the world Ndiwe chete

You are my achilles heel

There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you

And it doesn't matter what we've been through

I'm not like them other girls that you're used to

Your love is stuck onto me like glue

I know you love the way I back it up on you

So come on baby tell me what you really wanna do

It's nice and tight we do this every night

Bobo I know the things you like

You know I'm right here by your side

Don't hide your feelings deep inside

I'll be your Bonnie you'll be Clyde

Baby I'll be your ride or die

Girl do the thing that I like

You know I hit the right spots all night

All night spots all night

(Bobo I know the things you like)

Girl do the thing that I like

You know I hit the right spots all night

All night spots all night

I'ma pull up to your bumper

Lover lover (Go meow)

Do it

Till you pass out like Tempa

RIP the ones that I think of

Omo kpe iwo nikan ni I think of

Girl I got the right temperature

With my amigos I Takeoff

Tell her open it like it's Christmas

Don't you know its fix up look sharp

You know I love it when you wake and cook up

Wake and cook up

I'll give you a little more you ain't gotta tell me

Born in the slums every hood repping

Watch where you step before you get yourself cleaned