Monsta Musik ft. Ikechukwu, Sauce Kid & Sarkodie Lyrics

Turn me up in the hea phones a little bit bra

Uh

Yeah I make the club tracks

Then I rap two hours make you go nuts

Yes sort of like cashews

Yeah im proud to make a mark

I aint talking tattoos

Guaranteed to run your ass over if I have to

Igbo boy, hmmm

Noise makers making mad noise

Try me ama leave your eyes big and puffy

Ha bad boy

Ama set the pace and fall back

And watch you niggas run the race

What you call that

Ha, im ready for war

You niggas putting two up

Cus my swag stay presidential

Good luck

I see the spliff got you high hater

***, red card you out

Sanicater

Real talk even though they say men lie

Knock you off the spot in a flash

No pen drive

Any icon beat, I kills it

Cus I got the right sauce for the meal **nic

Yorrrr, syou know

Ive been drawn to you

I see a lot of you acting surprised right

I hope you feel the same

They never saw me coming

And if Ive been drawn to you

Three words (and i spend my life with you)

This

Is

Lynx

You must have forgot the realest G in the game

Cus I switched off a little for the money and fame

Cus I flipped through the suit and the Louis V shades

Got gucci on the boots and a matching up range

From NY to lagos aint a damn thing changed

Your boy killz for the bills

Always leaving a stain

Since I stepped In the bitch like a puddle of rain

Click clack click clack keep causing the pain

Eh, rooftops we blowing purple we breathe in

Dirty cops our rights they keep reading

Hood niggas the streets we keep teaching

Get money, get money keep preaching

No flow for free get no battles

No spinning sixteen I herd em all like cattle

Kills feeling like a tanker

And if the corporations want to talk they see the ganster in him

Get money baby

Ive been drawn to you

I hope you feel the same

And if Ive been drawn to you

And i spend my life with you

I play for keeps, im my brothers keeper

One man approach and sweep, street sweepers

Got the high sauce from the beat and I keep gidas

So you can loose your soul in the streets like cheap sneakers

I don’t care what the media expect

But my death threat should be dealt with immediate effect

Huh, me and my niggas ride to the death

So if you aint feeling my flow slide to the left

We about getting paid

Cut the check the __

If you sleeping im coming for your neck

Niggas aint bout to robb you

My niggas a kill you

All the feelings inside

Kaow you feel yo

Hun, listen you better chill yo

Step on the wrong foot

You finna feel a still toe

Put the green dough

Ask put to screen yo

What up to my nigga lynx

And shoutout to killz you

Ive been drawn to you

I hope you feel the same

And if Ive been drawn to you

And i spend my life with you

They call me the beast but I don’t really like that

Cus I aint that type of dude im humble

And yes oh my God

In the streets I pay my dues

**** bundles, you can call me rapper blues

Yo lynx whats up, you got some tissue

Feel like I wanna puke

You go fit pause the base line

I won hear the kick, I love champagne

But I really hate wine

And that’s some good shit

Take all my fans ***

I will drop some new hits

Im travelling with my dogg M.I

Or maybe sauce kid

(Speaking in Ghanaian)

Kill the mic once and for all

You can call me sarkodie or the music santa claus

Uhhh, that’s a dope line

Give the guy round of applause

I murder the mic

*** wow yes boss

Its time to raise em up

How many people dey call me the best

Please get your hands up

Me feeling the flow, me feeling the swag

Some people say im so handsome

But me im just a G

Always remember where you came from

Now to my niggas on the horrrr