U.b.o.n.g - The fall vibe(intro) [feat. melano blac]

It's a fall kinda jam
Make you feel alright
As a matter of fact
Chill, we could catch a vibe
It's the weekend
See I'm tryna party all night
If you ain't feeling my jam?
You can stand outside
Hmm hmmn
I don't wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, with my paddies
If you're looking for me text me,
please don't call me!
You can call my G's mehn i do this hardly
Flex!
Bad man don't want no stress
I've been too intense
I have to confess
I feel like a mess
But yet I feel blessed
I've been spitting for a minute, let me split it
Put a little melody in it so you can feel it
When i'm on stage everybody they be singing
When they see me on the streets
They be like U.b.o.n.g we're feeling it
It's a fall kinda jam
Make you feel alright
As a matter of fact
Chill, we could catch a vibe
It's the weekend
See I'm tryna party all night
If you ain't feeling my jam?
You can stand outside
Hmm hmmn
I don't wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, with my paddies
If you're looking for me text me,
please don't call me!
you can call my G's mehn i do this hardly
Uhhh, Guess who?
U.b.o.n.g coming in on a track
With that new new
Yes nigga it's that new school
Old friends get the feeling I'm about to blow
They're like who knew?
I never know where these words will take me
But i look into the mirror
And see greatness lately
See, the kinda guy I was?
Anyone could break me
Till I went on my knees I was like
Lord take me, remake me
Now the rest is fucking history
These niggas think they know me
Don't know shit about my dreams
Saving Nigerian hip-hop a priority
Saving Nigerian hip-hop
So I, load a clip
Niggas ask what's next?
You know this boy is sick, you can't disinfect
Yeah my life's a bitch
And her pussy's wet
So i'm gon' fuck shit up
Till the morning sun set!
Yo what's wrong with your life?
Why you go dey run for your life?
Bro what's going on in your life?
Said you ain't got no love in your life
But I swear shit is all gon' change
Steady on my grind, steady running with the paper
Story of my life, how these women complicate
Really I'm just tryna put my Mrs. in a wraith
Really all my brothers we just tryna celebrate
Where the Chardonnay? where the Moet?
I see em wilding whenever my song play
But they go silent
When I step inna the place
Yeah I see the hate
Soon them go appreciate
Brother make you hustle make you blow
Nobody go tell you make you know

Writers: Peter Sunday , OG Blac

Lyrics © DistroKid

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