Tonee C - Ukiyo (feat. Geoxpress & 9t9) Lyrics

I just wan flex
But the bothers of life
No dey wan let me ball hard Yeah
All the fine girls no dey come My way
Cause I no get the dollar yeah
You don't like me
Cause I don't rock them Nikes
I just might be thinking of getting real whiny
I think I think too much
Everyday, man go dey complain
I wish I had enough
I know say e go happen one day
Pull up in the city
I know they gon feel me (I know they gon)
I just want peace of mind
It ain't no do or die
I just wan flex
No no no I don't want stress
Problems e full my head
I roll up my mess, hitting that joint
Shawty you next
Brothers I get for the gbana
Some wey dey push drugs be like Tony Montana
I still dey strive for the dollar
Pray to God he provide the bread for butter
Oh no (Oh No) If u ain't wise make u no go (no go)
Girlies dey come for the photo
I put my shit on flex
You feel my polo YOLO YOLO woah
Keep it hundred with niggas I roll
I stay ten toes everywhere I go
So make u know me and Tee we bros
The whole city knows
I just wan flex
But the bothers of life
No dey wan let me ball hard Yeah
All the fine girls no dey come My way
Cause I no get the dollar yeah
You don't like me
Cause I don't rock them Nikes
I just might be thinking of getting real whiny
I think I think too much
Everyday, man go dey complain
I wish I had enough
I know say e go happen one day
Pull up in the city
I know they gon feel me (I know they gon)
I just want peace of mind
It ain't no do or die
Was on a low
I was a joke, man I was broke
Never lost hope
Pray to my Chi, take out my L's
Take out my foes
I was a mess, now I'm on a jet
Me and my mums we just dey flex
Everything good we no dey stress
I'm on a likey-swipey
Everything Sweet & Spicy
Now I'm rocking that gucci nike
Life don soft precisely
You can see my wrists dripping
Everyday juice sipping
Everything good, everywhere soft
Omor God's winning
We chasing the bags, never relax
We don't think 'bout Ukiyo
But only got one life, nigga don't stress
Live it out right
Look at my worries like "Bye Bye"
I don't want you to chill by my side
You said "High Fashion, dont look back on the mansions"
(Dro...Dro..)
Drop-top nigga wan flex no be talk-talk
I been on trips trynna pop pop (Pop pop)
Keep it lowkey, no go f*ck up
Yeah a lot of fakes wanna see a homie drop drop (drop drop)
Me I go dey run my race
Sometimes I go follow you play
No be say every time I go serious
Trynna have a good time and no complaints
I just wan flex
But the bothers of life
No dey wan let me ball hard Yeah
All the fine girls no dey come My way
Cause I no get the dollar yeah
You don't like me
Cause I don't rock them Nikes
I just might be thinking of getting real whiny
I think I think too much
Everyday, man go dey complain
I wish I had enough
I know say e go happen one day
Pull up in the city
I know they gon feel me (I know they gon)
I just want peace of mind
It ain't no do or die
Running the game like a quarterback
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