Ayyy who's popping
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's drilling
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's balling
Damn
Oh yeah it's the Legend on run
Ayyy who's moving
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Sylzee be Fada I be the Son
Samoking joints and addicted to blunts
I told them boy they be Neto to me daddy came from the army I came from my zone
Bin Laden Papa hustle for family
And bringing the mula from pocket
Legend Don Dada then I doing like Daddy and let likkle brother gon' get it damn
Ayyy who's popping
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's drilling
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's balling
Damn
Oh yeah it's the Legend on run
Ayyy who's moving
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Step on the scene what's popping
Badman thing no stopping
Play with my son you gon' see me
Yeah yeah drip too hard like tsunami
Running it running it running it back
Making their name just from spitting the fact
Play with Bin Laden they play with their life
Like a zebra man they got out of stripes
Truth La my son so don't play with that boy
Touch one of mine then we ready for war
I told my boys we gon f*ck up the law
If they look for Bin Laden your look for their house
Oh Father God you mon help them
If they beefing with me don't protect them
Nehn get dealing with me don't get dealing with them
If they run up on me we gon' lose them
Tell the bad girl Waguan Waguan
Pull up on me no time no time
Ask how you doing I'm fine I'm fine
She gon' pull up on me bend down bend down
Pull up on me no sticking
Don't think I loyal I cheating
Tell likkle boy no tweeting
Real top badman speaking
Ayyy who's popping
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's drilling
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's balling
Damn
Oh yeah it's the Legend on run
Ayyy who's moving
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Late in the evening he looking for money
Oh Sylzee Bin Laden my daddy
BJ my balls if your mouth keep on leaking
You bend down I giving you butey
His money coming to him pah in Euros
Ayy beating tactics more than Kaylee
Oga jeh Dey here he publishing Naira
But Abi stop playing with wacking
She's a sixth grade polo but she too sexy
Sekki freh but she bluffing
She give me that blow and it turn to her job
I employ her here as my farie
Damn I giving her plenty money
If we samoking join me let's blow trees
If she say no pah we call her LB
Oh damn my God
Like it or not I go hard on my tracks
Naira and dollars make Legend to smile
I told them Waguan I badman today
They not looking like me cuz I pop till I high
TruthBoy the Legend the soldier for rapping
I call for war here it's a rebel boy shit
Yes I'm a legend from the Copenhagen
I position bussay jeh ask Nikey J
Tell her to sing if I'm putting it in
If she crying here heavy don't tell me I rape
Drop on your knees while you eating the D
If you tell me you ten Legend going to jail
Sylzee my daddy like mula
Truth the Legend pay nickel for puta
Legend like LB that eating their friend them
But niggas them waste all around town
Damn damn
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Ayyy who's popping
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's drilling
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's balling
Damn
Oh yeah it's the Legend on run
Ayyy who's moving
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Sylzee be Fada I be the Son
Samoking joints and addicted to blunts
I told them boy they be Neto to me daddy came from the army I came from my zone
Bin Laden Papa hustle for family
And bringing the mula from pocket
Legend Don Dada then I doing like Daddy and let likkle brother gon' get it damn
Ayyy who's popping
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's drilling
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's balling
Damn
Oh yeah it's the Legend on run
Ayyy who's moving
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Step on the scene what's popping
Badman thing no stopping
Play with my son you gon' see me
Yeah yeah drip too hard like tsunami
Running it running it running it back
Making their name just from spitting the fact
Play with Bin Laden they play with their life
Like a zebra man they got out of stripes
Truth La my son so don't play with that boy
Touch one of mine then we ready for war
I told my boys we gon f*ck up the law
If they look for Bin Laden your look for their house
Oh Father God you mon help them
If they beefing with me don't protect them
Nehn get dealing with me don't get dealing with them
If they run up on me we gon' lose them
Tell the bad girl Waguan Waguan
Pull up on me no time no time
Ask how you doing I'm fine I'm fine
She gon' pull up on me bend down bend down
Pull up on me no sticking
Don't think I loyal I cheating
Tell likkle boy no tweeting
Real top badman speaking
Ayyy who's popping
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's drilling
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's balling
Damn
Oh yeah it's the Legend on run
Ayyy who's moving
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Late in the evening he looking for money
Oh Sylzee Bin Laden my daddy
BJ my balls if your mouth keep on leaking
You bend down I giving you butey
His money coming to him pah in Euros
Ayy beating tactics more than Kaylee
Oga jeh Dey here he publishing Naira
But Abi stop playing with wacking
She's a sixth grade polo but she too sexy
Sekki freh but she bluffing
She give me that blow and it turn to her job
I employ her here as my farie
Damn I giving her plenty money
If we samoking join me let's blow trees
If she say no pah we call her LB
Oh damn my God
Like it or not I go hard on my tracks
Naira and dollars make Legend to smile
I told them Waguan I badman today
They not looking like me cuz I pop till I high
TruthBoy the Legend the soldier for rapping
I call for war here it's a rebel boy shit
Yes I'm a legend from the Copenhagen
I position bussay jeh ask Nikey J
Tell her to sing if I'm putting it in
If she crying here heavy don't tell me I rape
Drop on your knees while you eating the D
If you tell me you ten Legend going to jail
Sylzee my daddy like mula
Truth the Legend pay nickel for puta
Legend like LB that eating their friend them
But niggas them waste all around town
Damn damn
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's drilling
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's balling
Damn
Oh yeah it's the Legend on run
Ayyy who's moving
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Sylzee be Fada I be the Son
Samoking joints and addicted to blunts
I told them boy they be Neto to me daddy came from the army I came from my zone
Bin Laden Papa hustle for family
And bringing the mula from pocket
Legend Don Dada then I doing like Daddy and let likkle brother gon' get it damn
Ayyy who's popping
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's drilling
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's balling
Damn
Oh yeah it's the Legend on run
Ayyy who's moving
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Step on the scene what's popping
Badman thing no stopping
Play with my son you gon' see me
Yeah yeah drip too hard like tsunami
Running it running it running it back
Making their name just from spitting the fact
Play with Bin Laden they play with their life
Like a zebra man they got out of stripes
Truth La my son so don't play with that boy
Touch one of mine then we ready for war
I told my boys we gon f*ck up the law
If they look for Bin Laden your look for their house
Oh Father God you mon help them
If they beefing with me don't protect them
Nehn get dealing with me don't get dealing with them
If they run up on me we gon' lose them
Tell the bad girl Waguan Waguan
Pull up on me no time no time
Ask how you doing I'm fine I'm fine
She gon' pull up on me bend down bend down
Pull up on me no sticking
Don't think I loyal I cheating
Tell likkle boy no tweeting
Real top badman speaking
Ayyy who's popping
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's drilling
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Ayyy who's balling
Damn
Oh yeah it's the Legend on run
Ayyy who's moving
Damn
Oh yeah that's the Fada and Son
Late in the evening he looking for money
Oh Sylzee Bin Laden my daddy
BJ my balls if your mouth keep on leaking
You bend down I giving you butey
His money coming to him pah in Euros
Ayy beating tactics more than Kaylee
Oga jeh Dey here he publishing Naira
But Abi stop playing with wacking
She's a sixth grade polo but she too sexy
Sekki freh but she bluffing
She give me that blow and it turn to her job
I employ her here as my farie
Damn I giving her plenty money
If we samoking join me let's blow trees
If she say no pah we call her LB
Oh damn my God
Like it or not I go hard on my tracks
Naira and dollars make Legend to smile
I told them Waguan I badman today
They not looking like me cuz I pop till I high
TruthBoy the Legend the soldier for rapping
I call for war here it's a rebel boy shit
Yes I'm a legend from the Copenhagen
I position bussay jeh ask Nikey J
Tell her to sing if I'm putting it in
If she crying here heavy don't tell me I rape
Drop on your knees while you eating the D
If you tell me you ten Legend going to jail
Sylzee my daddy like mula
Truth the Legend pay nickel for puta
Legend like LB that eating their friend them
But niggas them waste all around town
Damn damn
Writer: T Carlos Kerwillain
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