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wish - lj nemi lyrics

[intro] (shiloh dynasty)
oh ou yeah yeah, don’t go*
don’t go to sleep*
don’t go, stay with*
don’t*

(he was a f*cking*)
(yo zikkora be cooking)

[pre chorus] (lj nemi)
carry chair
make i reason you
say the matter long small
e no be kirikou
i was slacking it was epic
it was cubicle
n*gga
i was in my b*tch bag it’s f*cked up but
f*ck

[chorus]
i’m tryna get my bread right
my boys dey find money
i no fit dey find love
my boys dey busy taking no days off
last time i loved a ho i no fit talk how e
sup
i really wish that i didn’t have a heart
say my mulla for dey clear
and my racks stand tall
i con dey bleed
she don darken my soul
she make me cut my wrist
like say she use jazz
[verse]
on that b*tch sh*t
i was
five foot n*gga, wasn’t standing on my money yet
i was geeking off that sapa
me and sapa play russian roulette
tried to flex on n*ggas
but the top
wasn’t topping yet
was like “f*ck these n*ggas”
“you dey chop i never chop yet”
i was so in love i go dey focus on this banny
f*ck
i was so focused on her love
was focused on the wrong things
you know as e dey sup (junkie)
as she go my heart bled
but you know as e dey waka
when your kolo don dey clear
i got up on my sh*t
i start to hustle from my bed
one soft maye and the n*gga give me bread
twale all my n*ggas wey dey put me on abeg
na so zikkora give me better snare
make i cool my head
delilah don dey run back
she wan dey give me ear
she wan give me her heart
and she still wan give me head
f*ck
[bridge]
i’m tryna get my bread right
.
(he was a f*cking junkie)
(‘kkora)

[chorus]
f*ck
i’m tryna get my bread right
my boys dey find money
i no fit dey find love
my boys dey busy taking no days off
last time i loved a ho i no fit talk how e
sup
i really wish that i didn’t have a heart
say my mulla for dey clear
and my racks stand tall
i con dey bleed
she don darken my soul
she make me cut my wrist
like say she use jazz

[chorus & outro]
f*ck
i’m tryna get my bread right
my boys dey find money
i no fit dey find love
my boys dey busy taking no days off
last time i loved a ho i no fit talk how e
sup
i really wish that i didn’t have a heart
say my mulla for dey clear
and my racks stand tall
i con dey bleed
she don darken my soul
she make me cut my wrist
like say she use jazz

- lj nemi lyrics

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