Mr Major ft. Fosa, Rooky, Pompay & Kayz Lyrics

See When we come pon the street man

Dem ma call us brosper

But me i’m Mr Major pon it

Yeah

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

No call me brother

Call me Mr Major

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

No call me brother

Call me Mr Major

They no wan respect us

But who dey hold the South South Music down for Hip Hop game except us

You dey talk say rappers no dey blow again

How that one take affect us

When we takeover na coup d'état they no need to elect us

Like dick we fit go hard anytime na small thing dey erect us Hip Hop King, heyyy

Talent detectors

Make we sign contract with no pay

Him dey try manage reflect us

Bros wait, never dey vex, calm yourself nothing wey you carry for chest - Heyyy

Na we dey the lyrical part of the hood

Na we dey bench the best

How many times we go tell them bro

How many times we go let them know

Even Adenuga no fit help dem glow

They need see period to help them flow

They claim say them dey help Hip Hop but how many rappers don blow through them

I paid a visit last year Pompay and e be like where dem Dey raise children

Them ask me why you dey throw shots, na wetin you don reduce to

Like tailor measure you wrong my guy, this kinda rap my brother no suit you

Why you dey mess with the Gun Guy?

Why you dey mess with the trigger finger?

Shey for your mind you be fun guy?

Just because you dey chill with the realest nigga

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

No call me brother

Call me Mr Major

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

No call me brother

Call me Mr Major

I be boss I no dey like talk hush

Pastor wey no dey go church much

We dey smart nobody dey wash us

Fine boys, na people dey rush us

E clear na, make you dey dance, dey move, dey vibe, I make you dey nod your head commot matter for your mind, continue dey feel me, put your fingers in the air

If you be Pastor I be Reverend so put me for song make I bless them

Gone are the days when boys dey ball I dey watch like say I dey ref them

Now dem see us dey shine e dey vex them but like draft message We no send dem

Like who dey play mocking post I set my own goals and get them

Dem dey run dey come we dey bend them

We no need sauce we dey blend them

You dey strike, you fire attack, you shoot your shot, My guy I defend them

People dey see me dey get Joy

Me and you no be the same boy

Ask the people for your hood, even your sister dey halla my name boy

Your babe say I dey blow her mind I tell her say I no be C4

She dey rush me but no be my fault my guy na my default

Yeah I get that na your D fault, I dey see your work for that big butt

But you no dey hangout with the G’s again

We go hangout for that G-spot

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

No call me brother

Call me Mr Major

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major (Mr Major)

No call me brother

Call me Mr Major

Look yo Kids

I gat to tell you something kids

You know like, like

You know just concrete on changing your diapers

I have never bumped your record on here

Cause I felt like it’s was, it was childish to say the least

You know after this age of course

I’m not gonna blame him it can happen

So dude... focus on getting your energy level up right

And then look for how to, look how to partner with the gods

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