If You Like Gym (Lyrics)
"If You Like Gym" Lyrics
Okay, just carry it front, carry it frontI dey tell you, 2 p.m. in London, based on say I just landHeh heh, it’s crazy, yeahBlack sheep forever, black sheep for lifeIzgaaju ’til we kpeme, Antiworld gangstersGE records, you get me? ODUMODUBLVCK, yeah
When it boils down to wits, I’m the manOdumodu pull up with him babe and the gang (Gang)V.I.P. choke, no be the planNa so we dey waka normally, on demand (Kala)
Whether na DVD, VCDOdumo rhythm, them dey chop am like Minimie (chow am)I don dey get many mini-mesDescendant of Skeppy for my raps, I dey speak easy (Kala)Whether na DVD, VCDOdumo rhythm, them dey chop am like Minimie (Kala)I don dey get so many mini-mes, ah
I go soon dey move like Elumelu (don)Fuck up the game, Zule Zoo, I’m unstoppableThe banana peels were for me, so them go say I slipAs per say them slumber, make them check amMe, I been dey moonwalk on the beat (Jack)Odumo, this your confidence na heavy scareThese niggas are my sons, I had to treat them well with petulanceNegligent, even when I saw them eating hell
Under the table, that is where they dwell (dead)Nothing go comot from their wishing well (fuck)I turn the music industry into Tora BoraI stood on higher groundE dey show for the chart about that, Abbottabad
Na why I train my sniperI’m very bad, my surveillance on ra-ta-taKill every rat wey I tag, on Vector, the ViperEverything na barrack but nothing concern us with Barack Obama (hm)I go revolve am (I go revolve am)Muammar Gaddafi, this na Liberia, this no be LibyaMe, I go win, me, I go spin, ahead of their teamI carry gun but them carry rubber ring (if you like)
If you like gym (if you like gym)Odumo go pull up with him pin (pull up with him pin)Burst your muscle, burst your bubble (fuck)If you try carry coti come, I go burst their hustle (pull up with him pin)
I no dey play on their levelI saw him pick a knife, I fall out AK-47 (47)Dine with the devilNow the matter don black, them need Odumodu (need Odumodu)I’m the pot, I’m the kettleRollie on my kids, everything was got from Kettle Kids (hip hop)Ask my bitch, Valentine was soft, we did it on a pebble beach
Omo, she came up with a silly wish“OD, can you fuck me ’til eternity?”Based on the man wey I be, I go carry am go purgatoryCarry am go Italy, carry am go SicilySince we all want to be silly, carry am go VaticanPray for my past, complete the task, I no carry mask
Tell Father say, “Na me run the bomb blast, not Ikeja thunder”Balogun, I’m bonkers, striker wey dey conquerShe named her pussy after me, “Tochi, touch me easy peasy”Early morning, morning glory, breakfast in my sister kitchenCalgary was busy chillingBabysitting Sinobi was easy, but not Chimmy
That’s my nephew and my nieceI do them like I do these rappers, tie them wrapper, put them on my backAfrobeat nko? Put them on their toesSeun Kuti know, Tiwa self knowDavido too much, na my real broBack on track with melodies, from airport with luggagesFiola rain been fall, London feel am heavilyKalacious na heavy flood, the hammer wey pam them go think say na Thor get am
Weather man dey come pray for NEPAHarmattan go suit their agendaOmo, put them inside bagMatch on them, Timbaland from Bonny camp
One G4 to CMS, CKC to FSSAfter that, I’m rocking teshEnter London, holla Chippy, holla GhettsHip hop legacy, they know I am fucking there
Kala, I am fucking them (Modo)They know you are fuckng near, huh (pussyhole)Yeah, it goes, ah
Pull up with a Romanian chippy (Kala)Touch wood, pass me the hammer, no blickyBagamias, pull out your blood-clat, drippy (drippy)You suge, you smoke more booj than hippies(See trailer) ma lo sere kere loju titiPodcast nitty, why so bitterMeanwhile, I’m laughing and sipping my margaritaAI help write your rhyme, Jadrolita
Gimme a kilometre, dress back bikoMy rhyme book got a four-digit pin keycodeActivity on rap, DVD, lethalYou chat jibiti with ChatGPT, reloadSwatroot, day one, P.B.T. we cold (man’s not hot)What it do, pass me the Warri brewApology not accepted, fuck your sorry crewOzuor wey dey worry you
You’re inaudible, horrible, POLIMAF slaughter youEverything is recordable so chill make I yarn truth (make I yarn truth)No guns, ju-jitsu, still the man shootFor the take down, break your damn foot (damn foot)Shoplifters will get cursed out, BanchootTranslation, bad word in HindiLabels wan rob me so I stay indie (yes)Sailing away, resting on my oars when it’s windy
One G4 to CMS, CKC to FSSAfter that, I’m rocking teshHolla Chippy, holla GhettsThey know I am fucking there, I am fucking thereThey know you are fuckng near, huhPussyhole, Modo (you are fucking there)(Yes, you are fucking there)
