Letra de Thanks - Burna Boy

(Feat. J. Cole)

Finish him

Is this the motherfuckin' thanks I get

For makin' my people proud every chance I get? (Yeah)

It's okay, I get (Cole World)

This Naija, no love

Only Jah know where it started from

Oluwa Burna still apply pressure

Sneak up on you on a silent one

Ooh, who be that person

That showed you how to really do this thing?

Oluwa Burna na the blueprint of course

And I gave you Afrofusion

No words can describe all of my waka waka

No place I no go to

If e dey hurt you

Na like this I dey hustle

E go dey your mind, woto woto, olohun

Pasa pasa, olohun

Sare sare, olohun

Kiamasa, olohun

Laiye laiye, olohun

Laiye laiye, olohun

Oh, olohun

You go dey reason am rough, rough, olohun

Pasa pasa, olohun

Sare sare, olohun

Kiamasa, olohun

Soro soro, olohun

Laiye laiye, olohun

Oh, olohun

Is this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?

Too many people no dey fear God

What you think He created hell for?

Mankind so jealous

Wetin dem no know dem dey tell us, tell us

Walahi mi i fe mo

Oluwa Burna mo ti je lo

My fall is unheard of

You never hear them say I fell off, fell off

E go dey your mind, woto woto, olohun

Pasa pasa, olohun

Sare sare, olohun

Kiamasa, olohun

Laiye laiye, olohun

Laiye laiye, olohun

Oh, olohun

You go dey reason am rough, rough, olohun

Pasa pasa, olohun

Sare sare, olohun

Kiamasa, olohun

Soro soro, olohun

Laiye laiye, olohun

Oh, olohun

Is this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?

Say my mama dance for Fela

Say I no get baby mama

Say that I'm cancelled again

You say I shoot person for Cubana (Yeah)

Because I wan collect person woman (That's how they act, right?)

Is this the motherfuckin' thanks I get

For makin' my people proud every chance I get? (Let's go, yeah)

Burna and me, we runnin' this shit for eternity

I fathered a couple of styles, I take a paternity leave

Permanently, they hatin', I'm brushin' the dirt off my sleeve

Steadily talkin' Ms to me, it's like I'm learnin' to read

Sounded it out, takin' my time, countin' it out, slowly

Dust collectin' on the Rollie, me and these beats is holy

Matrimony, feelin' like acts of folly

In Beverly Hills, coppin' whatever I feel

Cole and Burna, Shaq and Kobe

Winnin' a ring, then we gon' repeat and three-peat

Them nerds hate, they see geeks

They peepin' us on the low, we like a cheat sheet

Get paid for phrases, I don't believe in free speech

I said it, I meant it, no takebacks

I don't even need the receipts

So please miss me with the PC, I be in NYC

On a bike with the hood up like I'm E.T. ​

These rappers ain't like me, I'm knee-deep in the concrete

Forever cemented, don't you ever forget it

E go dey your mind, woto woto, olohun

Pasa pasa, olohun

Sare sare, olohun

Kiamasa, olohun

Laiye laiye, olohun

Laiye laiye, olohun

Oh, olohun

You go dey reason am rough, rough, olohun

Pasa pasa, olohun

Sare sare, olohun

Kiamasa, olohun

Soro soro, olohun

Laiye laiye, olohun

Oh, olohun

Is this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?

Burna, I see you

You got the whole world on smash right now

This whole shit is yours, for however long you want it

Know what I mean?

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