Sure Odd Lyrics

No dey call me bro idobalè ki ma n shey iwaaa

Orishaaa fimi lè mo Shey waaa

You fit broke today dey pray make your brother gberaa

Ahhhh

Follow who know road na wetin my papa talk

You won whine me khee alaye mi ma Bo asóo

I get eruku dem get many pump action

If you go whine me alaye mhii gongo aso

Chasing on my dream ve been chasing all the bag

Moti lòdó baba alaye no goin back

Home

Òshe ti mo gbewa e full inside poly bag

Omoh lile Lemi I dey standby bodijaa

Inside my bando I dey sip OGOgoro

Funmi lowo miii kan kan ki n kó un agogo

I No Dey nollywood me I no be ojopa gogo

I No Dey nollywood me I no be ojopa gogo

Designer with the panda no dey show me pattern

Toba fun mi lowo miii alaye moma japa

Woni moti yadaa no dey look me like that

Tori moma n tèwo now una dey call me maga

Your ladies no be my type

No dey form hard guy I no want no friend na money be the right guy yes I go waka bazooka with the tanker

Yes I getty sure odd make I play the banker

Yes I Getty sure odd make I play the banker

Yes I Getty sure odd make I play the banker

Yes I Getty sure odd make I play the banker

Yes I Getty sure odd make I play the banker

You Dey call me your gee buh you no dey gimme update

You no won make I pick buh I know seyy I go big one day

This lyf be Lyk bondage,we no fit pass the one stage

Me I no get tym for demon na money me i con slay

Cast the nude Lyk oxlade anywhere I dey dem seyy my lyrics just dey burst brain

Make I dress with co- operate

If you no get mind for ritual guy make you just stay

Your predator fit Dey find food go jungle make e turn prey

Cause I no go school no mean seyyyy I be illiterate

The Matter na bone to me cause e no really straight

Dem think seyyyy I be normal guy buh I no really saint

Dem think seyyy my glory don die buh e no really faint

Dem thought I was dead next rated I was there,

Cleaning all my dreams I was cleaning all my tear

Killing all the shows’ve been giving all my best

I wasn’t notice and yet I no go relent

I was scared of my dreams

I gat guns on my jeans

Dem be stealing all the salts

When I was cooking all my beans

As you no gimme update you think seyy I go beef you

No worry my guy na my success wey go beat you

Connecting with the oracle things da will soon happen

Buh dis serpent won destroy my future with just few Apples

Weeping off my blemishes days I dey reminisce

Emi ni mokór in my hood ooo peluu genesis

Catch me for the one corner dial me with da true caller

Keep all your professings na money be my true lover

If pikin poor dem no go ask you seyy na who born am

Dem seyy popo dey for loader yard yes na me call am