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LYRICS: Burna Boy Ft J Cole – Thanks

Finish him

Is this the motherfucking thanks I get

For making 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, ooh, who be that person

I 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 take your mind, woto, woto, oh, no

Passa passa, oh, no

Sare sare, oh, no

Ki ya ma sa, oh, no

Taye taye, oh, no

Jaye, jaye, oh, no, o, oh, no

You go dey reason am rough, rough

Oh, no

Passa, passa, oh, no

Sare, sare oh, no

Ki ya ma sa, oh, no

Soro, soro, oh, no

Laye, laye, o

Oh, no

Is this the motherfucking 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

Oluwa mi fe mo

Oluwa Burna moti jelo

My fall is unheard of

You never hear them say I fell off, fell off

E go take your mind, woto, woto, oh, no

Passa passa, oh, no

Sare sare, oh, no

Ki ya ma sa, oh, no

Taye taye, oh, no

Jaye, jaye, oh, no, o, oh, no

You go dey reason am rough, rough

Oh, no

Passa, passa, oh, no

Sare, sare oh, no

Ki ya ma sa, oh, no

Soro, soro, oh, no

Laye, laye, o

Oh, no

Is this the motherfucking thanks I get?

You say my mama dance for Fela

You say I no get baby mama

You say that I’m cancelled again

You say I shoot pesin for Cubana (Yeah)

Because I wan collect pesin woman (That’s how they act, right?)

Is this the motherfucking thanks I get for making my people proud every chance I get?

Burna and me, been runnin’ this shit for eternity

I fathered a couple of styles, I’m takin’ paternity leave

Permanently, they hate, now 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 Axel Foley

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 seat geeks

They peepin’ us on the low, we like the cheat sheet

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

I said it, I meant it, no take backs

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 take your mind, woto, woto, oh, no

Passa passa, oh, no

Sare sare, oh, no

Ki ya ma sa, oh, no

Taye taye, oh, no

Jaye, jaye, oh, no, o, oh, no

You go dey reason am rough, rough

Oh, no

Passa, passa, oh, no

Sare, sare oh, no

Ki ya ma sa, oh, no

Soro, soro, oh, no

Laye, laye, o

Oh, no

Is this the motherfucking thanks I get?

Burna, I see you

You got the whole world on smash right now

This whole shit is yours, forever how long you want it

Know what I mean?


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