OBj – Accur8 Lyrics

Accur8 Lyrics By OBj

(MI6, yeah)
Listen, cuz you gonna love it
Me and MI6 the dopest to do it, so he put in the perc’ in percussion
Spazz on the track but don’t rush it
N**** you know that it’s nothing
Emotionally scarred so the process is the only thing that we be trusting
And God of course
Sending rappers to the Lord of course, with no remorse, so don’t try us

We never force shit but we dey force
Can’t even say that cuz it’s effortless, god flows, heaven sent
Dope bars, still legitimate
Me and the beat getting intimate, then I betrayed it by killing it
Oh I’m feeling like it’s that time
Sake of I no blow yet, if I send you message on Snapchat, then you dey half-swipe
But very soon, I’m gonna card swipe

It’s like you don’t want to make it to Hollywood, the way you never act right
No yawa sef, this your last time
No yawa sef, yo, wo last nono
OBj on it, yeah bars nono
Pay what you owe me my n****, please don’t dilly dally
Just brε me me cash nono
Told you you was gonna love it (Love it)

Ballin’ while you n***** subbin’ (Subbin’)
N****, do we look like substitutes? Plus it’s my goals that I’m running to
I do not stunt for the public
It’s like they know what turns me on cuz they always know how I’m coming (Wait)
N****, you know how we coming
Wait, pause, pause
No cap, took a L, turned it to ‘cLap’, so round of applause

You know what it is, and you knew what it was
I think I might love a chick on the low low, but trust a chick? I can’t imagine it, that’s a no No
He was chatting shit, I wasn’t having it, we ain’t bro bros
Accurate, all that I spit is accurate
(Mmmmm)
Ohemaa I’m liking your crop top
Ain’t nobody going hard as me, but for you I might have a soft spot
I said ain’t nobody going hard as me, end of discussion, cot top

Play this in your car, you know that it’s fire, make you feel like you dey hotbox
You no go fi pass we, bro
How he so fire? How he so fly? Yes I put the “heat” in Heathrow
N***** see love as transactional, like “please just give me my percentage”
N***** would much rather call you out than ever give you any credit
You get it? Let’s get it

I think I might love a chick on the low low, but trust a chick? I can’t imagine it, that’s a no No
He was chatting shit, I wasn’t having it, we ain’t bro bros
Accurate, all that I spit is accurate
Accurate (Accurate)
Accurate (Accurate)
Accurate (Accurate)
Accurate (Accurate)

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