More songs by ODUMODUBLVCK
Description
Producer: FK
Producer: Decs
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Ucee
A& R: Kayode Badmus-Wellington
A& R: Tunji Balogun
Aand Radministrator: Liza Corsey
A& R: Teniola “Teezee” Zaccheaus
Manager: Kalacious Entertainment
A& R: Adefiola "FIZO" Kolajo
Aand Rcoordinator: Justin Scott
Aand Radministrator: Adeola Matti
Aand Radministrator: Oluebube Obi
Aand Radministrator: Adefiola Kolajo
Mastering Engineer: Dorothy Chan
Recording Engineer: Sholz
Composer Lyricist: Tochukwu Ojogwu
Composer Lyricist: Babatunde Olusegun Adewale
Lyrics and translation
Original
Okay, just carry it front. Carry it front.
I dey tell you, 2 PM alone now, based on say I just land. It's crazy. Make I see who that's arriving now.
Sure, now I go grab my kush,
I beg.
See you later. Check. Black sheep forever, black sheep for life. It's Gangster
Matter. All gangsta records get me with the pack. Check.
When the buzz start to wheeze, I'm the man.
Odumodu pull up with him babe and the gang. VIP choke, no be the brand. That's how we dey work am normally. Omo, you mad.
Banana bibi dibi sibi. Odumodili, them they chop wahala, bibi.
I don dey get many mini-mes. Send that course kepe for my raps, I they speak easy.
Banana bibi dibi sibi. Odumodili, them they chop wahala, bibi bibi. I don dey get so many mini-mes.
Ah. I go soon dey move like Elumelu. Fuck up the game, Zulu Zulu. I'm unstoppable.
Banana peels dey for me. So them go say I slip.
As I send them form, I make them check am. Me, I been dey move work on the beat.
Odumodi, your confidence, I hate the stare. Visitors are my scars, I have to treat them all with pestilence.
Negligence, even when I saw them ringing bells.
Under the table, that is where they dwell. Nothing go come up from their wishing well.
I turn the music industry into Rabura. I stood on higher ground. They dey show for the chatter.
Bad otter, bootabad. That why I play my sniper. I'm very bad. My surveillance for ratata.
Kill every rat. Why? Tiger versus the viper.
Everything I borrow, but nothing consign house with Barack Obama. I go be forward. Mama Gaddafi. This na Liberia, this no be
Libya. Me, I go win. Me, I go sing. I hear oga sing.
I carry go for the parring of my ring. If you like chill. Odumodu pull up with the bill.
Bust your muscle, bust your bubble. If you try carry go stick up, I go burst your hustle.
I no dey play on their level. I saw him pick a knife, I pull out AK-47.
Done with the devil. Now the matter don black, them need Odumodu. I'm the boss,
I'm the kettle. Rolling on my kids, everything was got from kettle kids.
Ask my bitch. Valentine was sus. We did it on a Epe beach.
Omo, she came up with a silly wish. "OD, can you fuck me till eternity?
" Based on the money wey I be, I go carry am go Portugal. Carry am go Italy. Carry am go Sicily.
Since you want to be silly, carry am go Vatican. Pray for my past, complete the task.
I no carry mask. Stepfather say na me run the bomb blast.
Once he get just one gas, Balogun am gone cast. Strike am, he don conquer. She need that pussy after me.
So she touch me easy peasy. Early morning, morning glory. Breakfast in my sister kitchen.
Her daddy was busy cheating. Baby sis is no kid, was easy but no chimney.
That's my nephew and my niece. I do them like I do these rappers.
Slide them rapper, put them on my back. Afrobeat Tunko, put them on their toes. Seun Kuti no. Seyi Wafe flow.
Damido too much. Na my real bro. Back on track with melodies.
From airport to luggages. Fela in the fall. Lord of Fela heavily.
Kalashnikov heavy for the hammer wey I pam. They go think say na target am. When that man dey come pray for Nepa.
My matter go sus like Archenger. Omo, put them inside body bag. March on them.
Say bala for Bonny camp. Body go to CMS. CK to Ephesus.
After that, I rock with them. Enter London, Kalashniki, all I get.
Hip-hop legacy, they know I am fucking them. Kala, I am fucking them. They know you are fucking me, uh.
Yeah.
Check it out. It goes, ah. Pull up with a Romanian shipping.
Touch wood, pass me the hammer, no blicky. Maga mi ashula, your blood clot drippy.
You switch, you smoke more bush than hippies. Malo sere kere loju titi. Podcast pity. Why so bitter?
Meanwhile, I'm laughing and sipping my margarita.
AI help write your rhyme, charge your meter. Give me a kilometer. Stress back, biko.
My rhyme book got a four-digit pin, Kiko. Activity, a rap DVD. Litho. You ChatGPT, we charge EBT.
Reload. Swap group, they want TBT. Rico. That's not hot. What it do?
Pass me the moari brew. Apology not accepted. Fuck your sorry through. Oh, sorry.
Wey they boring you? You know, inaudible, horrible. Pauline, I slaughter you.
Everything is recordable, so chill, make I yarn truth. No guns, you jinx, you soon dey my shoes.
For the take down, break your damn fool. Short pleasures will get cursed out, waju.
Translation, bad word in Hindi. Labels wan rob me, so I stay indie.
Sailing away, -resting on my own when it's windy. -Body go to CMS.
After that, I rock with them. Kalashniki, all I get. They know I am fucking them.
I am fucking them. They know you are fucking me, uh. Luto, you are fucking me.
Molo, they know you are fucking me.