Phctv Lyrics

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If e drop for my motherland

You go dey hear am for capital

Go straight to the terminal

Them go dey feel am for omoba

I get goons for the east coast

I came from the south side

Bad boy from pitakwa

When I enter the place them dey clear space

Pass me the high make i reach space

Now be faded for weeks, your shawty with me

She down on her knees now she praying for grace

I gave her the d*** now she screaming my name

Big T big T no cap

All my T-shirts be bigger than me

The boots that i rock are all Luis V

Shout out my mama she praying for me

1 Million dollars, I'll still be on the grind

10 Million streams, I'll still hop on a beat

1 Million dollars I'm up for the show

I'll bring down the stage, be breaking your back

Voice of the trenches

Omo from the sleaze

Covered in dust

Buried in dirt

Back in port harcourt i rep all streets

No joy in the street

They be running you streets

All that i pray for is money on me

Give me the medal i run from police

Give me the medal i run from police

Give me the medal i run from police

Give me the medal i run from police

Olokpa dey for front make you check

You still dey sleep on the boy? (Wake up)

Go get me a ragolis covered with foil

Burn down the building i turn them to ashes

Blow up the gram I'm addicted, obono felifeli

Big big shirts big big boots na me dey nack am for pics

Get me some fries from chicken re po po po

Get me some fries from chicken re po po po

Carry am come my lo-ca-tion

Me and niggas we Dey pop pop up

Somie body be like hot hot source

She say bigT you dey burst burst burst

N for the night say na hot hot f***

Me no get time for no talk talk talk

No time to check on the clock clock

Who be that man

Who goes there (Check am)

You wan dey check on my checkers (Check am)

Them lock up my niggas (Check out)

If you try I go check am

My niggas dey talk about money

Your niggas dey talk about s*x (Check am)

Everything I do my n**** dey feel am

Hop on the beat and you know say i kill am

We done dey run up the job for the night

Everyday cash out boys dey on fries

Everything nice for my side with the racks

No sleeping for here we cashapp for night

Boy dey on Gucci you love all my vibe

She wan dey hop my d

Hop on my d come dey sleep on the boy?

Still dey sleep on the boy?

If e drop for my motherland

You go dey hear am for capital

Go straight to the terminal

Them go dey feel am for omoba

I get goons for the east coast

I came from the south side

Bad boy from pitakwa

When I enter the place them dey clear space

Pass me the high make i reach space

Now be faded for weeks, your shawty with me

She down on her knees now she praying for grace

I gave her the d now she screaming my name

Big T big T no cap

All my T-shirts be bigger than me

The boots that i rock are all Luis V

Shout out my mama she praying for me