BOJ ft. ENNY – Culture Lyrics
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BOJ’s Verse
I’m the Senator of jayé
Prince of serenre
Slow down, mà sá ré
We dey ball, no felele
Director of settlement
The Governor of merriment
Oya, tẹlé mi lọ ṣí party
I’ll show you the evidence
Chorus: BOJ
Hustle tire
Streets on fire
City nights will make you maya
Hustle tire
Streets on fire
City nights will make you maya
ENNY’s Verse
Green-white-green flag flown near the vulture
Mummy left her home, took a flight, be the poster
Charity now in a while, does that kingdom come
Black skin, white world, that’s my thesis done
More papers, is this the mission? It’s classified
I was doing 9 to 5
I been lost in who am Is
Who are you, who are we?
I’m obsessed with breaking free
Big woman Enny but for aunty, I still bend my knee
If I change that’s fine
Why not sweep, when I go marry, that’s mine
But you keep saying I don’t fit in, men, I told you
When you see me and my fam, that’s culture
Pre-Chorus: BOJ
If you get chance, make you come Lagos
If dem want dance, dem go come play us
If you get hands, make you come Gbagada
You go see say we no get palava
We dey find dough but that’s in the ghetto
And I told you, on it from the get-go
I no dey sleep o, always on my ten toes
Married to the game and I no go let go
Chorus: BOJ
Hustle tire
Streets on fire
City nights will make you maya
Hustle tire
Streets on fire
City nights will make you maya
Bridge/Hook: ENNY
When you see me in my home
(That’s culture)
Go on, fingers in the air
(That’s culture)
See the girlie and the hair
(That’s culture)
That’s culture, yeah, that’s culture
The respect that I have
(That’s culture)
Everything and who I am
(That’s culture)
They keep calling us a gang
(That’s culture)
That’s culture, yeah, that’s culture
The respect that I have
(That’s culture)
Everything and who I am
(That’s culture)
They keep calling us a gang
(That’s culture)
That’s culture, yeah, that’s culture
Pre-Chorus: BOJ
If you get chance, make you come Lagos
If dem want dance, dem go come play us
If you get hands, make you come Gbagada
You go see say we no get palava
We dey find dough but that’s in the ghetto
And I told you, on it from the get go
I no dey sleep o, always on my ten toes
Married to the game and I no go let go
Chorus: BOJ
Hustle tire
Streets on fire
City nights will make you maya
Hustle tire
Streets on fire
City nights will make you maya
Mo gbọ
