Poly Junction Lyrics

Honest child, we gon do this music for this town

And that's Kof

You might be, new in this town yeah you sight-see

Get loot in this town then you ayt b

You cruising around girls you might eat

Yeah, we dey drink kill wanna selves' boys call it suicide steeze

And anytime I won nail me some birds

I always order; blue skies please!

Chale I dey shock, the bl3 I dey talk sef won taasi

Eleven-year-old dey chop dough, how e be bad thing?

So gbeke we dey party

Feeling hale and hearty

My boys all dey get cheese; Chingy, Yale and Ratty

Me too behind bars you fit give the bail to artist

My boys too dey cot pass, give the blade to Hardy

(Ed Hardy, Adweso old estate)

Honest child, we gon do this music for this town

And that's Kof

You met Hov, you met Yay

You met throne, no meet Kay

You meet God so behave

No fit slay, Oh mienua

iPhone 7 be your headache?

My boys all dey try get dough, build malls and just let it

Damn E be true say some no get sense at all oh

You only got you even twins sef enter solo

You still show one love when M3nsa follow

Wuny3 bi ah didi till Dexter show oh

Its all written

Just lef beat I dey chork rhythm

Bro just heat I dey court sisters

You be KG you no dey form with us

City boys we are some niggas

Honest child, we gon do this music for this town

And that's Kof