Burna Boy – Thanks ft. J. Cole Lyrics

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Thanks by Burna Boy ft. J. Cole Lyrics off Burna Boy “I Told Them…”

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 we started from
Oluwa?Burna?still?apply pressure
Stick up?on you on?a silent one
Ooh, ooh, we got that sun
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 our love
My waka waka no place I no go to
If they ask you, act like this is the hustle

E go take your mind,

woto woto, Olorun
Passa passa,Olorun
sare sare, Olorun
Kiya Mosa, Olorun
You got it reason am, rough rough olorun
woto woto, Olorun
Passa passa,Olorun
sare sare, Olorun
Kiya Mosa, Olorun

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 they no know they can’t tell us, tell us
My line is famous
Oluwa Burna
My fall is unheard of
You never hear them say I fell off, fell off

E go take your mind,
woto woto, Olorun
Passa passa,Olorun
sare sare, Olorun
Kiya Mosa, Olorun
You got it reason am, rough rough olorun
woto woto, Olorun
Passa passa,Olorun
sare sare, Olorun
Kiya Mosa, Olorun

Is this the motherfucking thanks I get?

I see my momma dance for fella
So now I can pay for momma
Said I got guns
They say I shoot fuck you banner
Because I won’t collect past a woman
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 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 acts of Foley
In Beverly Hills, coppin’ whatever I feel
Cole and Burna, Shaq and Kobe, winnin’ a ring
Then we gon’ repeat, then 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’m in it, no take backs
I don’t even need the receipt, 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