Love like music ft. Fresha & Zion Neveah Lyrics

Love you

Crazy

Love you

Love you like crazy

Love you crazy

Love you crazy

Love you like crazy

Music baby

Music baby

Love you like Music

Originality

We no dey fake fake am till we make am

Street credibility

Ask the the trenches we get am

Automatic

Na the gear wey my grace dey

So when you see us

We dey ball every single day

Men mount men mount o

Aah

Anywhere wey we dey we get mouth o

Ah

All the G's for my corner sef dey chop oo

Eeh

All the baddies for our side dey soft o

Oooh

My name is Sleeky

Gurantee you'll get a hickey

The ladies call me

Sleeky hickey hickey hickey

My loud comes with no stems and no seeds

We only smoke the

Sticky hickey hickey hickey

My rhymes bangs with a fury

Knock you out like Nngannou

Even if you think you wild

I'll beat you up like I'm a gypsy

King when I do my thing

All I need is one mic

To expose all you fake emcees

Like an exorcist

Sleeky Stan

My finesse is sick

So throw your hands up in the air make you bounce to this

Di di di di da da di do de de de de

Throw your hands up in the air

Sleeky ti de le

All the players

All the ballers

Shot callers

Where una dey ooh

Where una dey oooh

All the players

All the ballers

The shot callers

Where una dey ooh

Ti de de o

Ti de de o

Ti de de o

Ti de de

Sleeky ti de oooh

Fresha

Dedicated I'm renovating the new school

The mind of a genius educating the useful

Yea

Be truthful I'm kind today

The blind will say

Listen and you'll find your way

To GOD we pray

I can't delay I can't loose

Nah

Money over everything

Listen I want proof

Queens English mixed with pidgin

A quick decision I see man quit religion

And still hope

Yea

If not I got rope

Some throw their life away others they just choke

True lovers they just choked

Suffocated and aaaaah

Don't throw your life away live it it's no joke

At the back but I stood up

Dark red hood up

Street on Lock I'm seeing niggas getting shook up

Forget that

So I focus on the remedy

My mama said the streets is a lie

Look what's ahead of me

Money cones

Then Money goes

Take another man's life for that pot of gold

Would you do that?

Would you loose rap?

Man I knock a nigga out

Leave a tooth gap

Me no get time for all this pocket watchers

Wey wan smoke my kpoli

But dem just dey form holy

Inside dem dey pretend to be my friend

But when their true colour show

You see say dem be frenemies

Fake friend wanna know you when you famous

Hot stepping on my way to my Greatness

I make you bounce like a figure eight

I know you like it

I got money on my mind I rotate it

Big thigh pretty face whine slow

Whine slow

Whine slow and a

Rotate it

Rotate and a

Rotate it

Fake friends wanna know you when you famous

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