Lil Kesh Lyrics
No Disorder, the latest hit from street-hop sensation Lil Kesh, is bursting with infectious rhythms and effortlessly catchy lyrics. With his signature confidence and energetic delivery, Lil Kesh crafts an anthem that’s equal parts groove and grit. This track is made for repeat listens and sing-alongs.
Lil Kesh – No Disorder Lyrics
Verse 1
Big-Big-Big dog ti wọ’lè dè like woof (like woof)
Chop facility, awoof (awoof)
Ṣhá’nà wọ’lè, ten bottles Azul (Azul)
POS, bills sorted, approved, ah
I dey hot but my neck is on froze (froze)
Wrist is on froze (froze), heart is on froze (on froze)
For this film, I be actor, I be boss (boss)
Bobo no go die áfi t’òbá d’árugbò (ehn)
Pre-Chorus
Utaka (Utaka), Ataka Turaya
Gb’ẹruẹ dáni, bukátá
Ẹ jẹ bulala (bulala), gè wọn lọ bi Kaka (Kaka)
Èmi ṣhi ni father, ah
Yagi Level (level), baba for the girls
Gb’ọmọ mèji, gb’ọmọ mẹtá, gb’ọmọ mẹrin sinu Benz (sinu Benz)
No pretense, what you see is what you get (get)
I’m standing on business for here, I swear
Chorus
Allahu Akbar, wọn ṣhi má gbá o
Ṣhèè na lamba o?
Give dem proper o
Dem my brother, no disorder o
Fade away your sorrow like a barber
Ábi dem wan whine?
Oya, stop am
Who order the Azul?
Make he pop am
Who dey set trap?
Oya, jump am
Wetin you wan buy?
Pop am
Verse 2
Ah, wọn ni “who’s that?”
Lil to the fucking Kesh pẹlu lamba
T’òjẹ k’ọmọgè pull skirt, ayy-ayy (ayy-ayy)
Is a goal, inside the net
Striker l’ọmọ, I don’t never play defense
So, if you see me outside, bill me (bill me)
‘Cause dollar rise, e no rise, k’omá kàn mi kẹ (kàn mi kẹ)
Big things nimo like, ṣhèè you feel me?
So, má-má filọkulọ-kulọ lọmi kẹ (lọmi kẹ)
Pre-Chorus
Utaka (Utaka), Ataka Turaya
Gb’ẹruẹ dáni, bukátá
Ẹ jẹ bulala (bulala), gè wọn lọ bi Kaka (Kaka)
Èmi ṣhi ni father, ah
Yagi Level (level), baba for the girls
Gb’ọmọ mèji, gb’ọmọ mẹtá, gb’ọmọ mẹrin sinu Benz (sinu Benz)
No pretense, what you see is what you get (get)
I’m standing on business for here, I swear
Chorus
Allahu Akbar, wọn ṣhi má gbá o
Ṣhèè na lamba o?
Give dem proper o
Dem my brother, no disorder o
Fade away your sorrow like a barber
Ábi dem wan whine?
Oya, stop am
Who order the Azul?
Make he pop am
Who dey set trap?
Oya, jump am
Wetin you wan buy?
Pop am
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