Kenzo VL - No Wahala (feat. Tall Paul) [Remix] 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 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 switch lanes
So miss me with the bullshit
Air out the stench, hop da 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
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 gimme no
Gimme no wahala
Somewhere out in shitta, anywhere d Moolah go
Mans hot fa 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
Teck pon deck, check pon check kosiwere dassa bet
Enemy yapayaski, they been tryna do me nasty
Kenzo na makanaki, posing for da paparazzi
Pull up Maserati , Biko kene mazi, ikemefuna
AMA Do da Kama sutra if she got ikebe supa
Imma do the Kama sutra if she got ikebe super
Imma 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