No Wahala (Remix) ft. Tall Paul Lyrics

Omo na Kenzo nah

You know

Tall in here

Haha - hahahahaha

Yah yah

Unh - yoww

Somewhere out in Lagos smoking big dope

Ain't about a dollar what you here for?

Pull up to the scene with a freak hoe

Gimme no wahala I go soon blow

Gimme no wahala gimme no

Gimme no wahala

Gimme no wahala gimme no

Gimme no wahala

Gimme no wahala gimme no

Gimme no wahala

Gimme no wahala (leggo)gimme no

Gimme no wahala

Gimme no wahala, gimme da loot, gimme da loot

I salute the ghetto youth, everywhere na pepper stew

Kunta kinte muddy roots

Kpelebe shekpe kpelu goons

Eruku ti mezebu

Mo tun Shana si kanaku

You can't touch this, mc hammer too legit to quit

Ndi ara wan para, no wahala where my hood bitch

She murk lames then swerve lanes

So miss me with the bullshit

Air out the stench, hop a fence

We back in the booth bitch

As usual, residuals are crucial, when streets quiet

Wake and bake na ritual, spiritual kush diet

My leather so soft, the bezels drip too hard

I go soon blow, you know

A nigga done came too far

Somewhere out in Lagos smoking big dope (big smoke)

Ain't about a dollar what you here for? (What you here for?)

Pull up to the scene with a freak hoe (Woah)

Gimme no wahala I go soon blow

Gimme no wahala gimme no (at all)

Gimme no wahala (ehn)

Gimme no wahala (woah) gimme no

Gimme no wahala

Gimme no wahala gimme no

Gimme no wahala

Gimme no wahala gimme no

Gimme no wahala

Somewhere out in shitta, anywhere d Moolah go

Mans hot fa da doe, owo ni koko lemme know

Cali dro, pre-rolled, issa vibe den Issa goal

As e dey go, stay woke, if u blow, ma pariwo

Na who c me, I dey c, leave olobe kon ma be

Ma lo se ju, ma lo te, we ne werey Kanye West

Off ur meds, I off ur head, we ne werey ma lo test

Tech pon deck, check pon check kosiwere dassa bet

Enemy yapayaski, they been tryna do me nasty (why)

Kenzo na makanaki, posing for da paparazzi (I shine)

Pull up Maserati, Biko kene mazi, ikemefuna

AMA Do da Kama sutra if she got ikebe super

Imma do the Kama sutra if she got ikebe super

I go do the Kama sutra if she got ikebe super

Ikebe super, yeah you know she super duper

Heh, heh, super trooper, me dey give her what she want

Skrrt skrrt nascar, drifting down your boulevard

Hood star, battle scars, cold hearted I'm on guard

God bless d squad, we affiliated with fraud

And still I praise da lord, then I break the law

Word to skepta, man's not this, man's not me

And you know how it goes man, man's can't see

It's your eyes, but you don't see

You're blinded, you're a fiend

You bitch

Yo- Yo