L.A.M.B – Plus 254 Lyrics

 

Plus 254 Lyrics by L.A.M.B (feat. Bien of Santi Soul & Khaligraph Jones)

 

Hand inna the air, ‘cos we said so
Nobody move until we say so
And you already know what we’re here for
Looku ????
Omo na bad man??? You give me head so soft
And she wanna ride until the wig fall off
Everytime she step inna the 254
You already know she blowing up my phone
In getting top in the stu, that’s fly bitches who be stuck in the stu
We ain’t talking but nothing else, until the topic is food
I’ve got Blaq in the stu and we different, we get money
I’m pyscho when i rap, they confuse me to Ted Bundy
Oh shit, it’s the legendary nigga from the east
Anytime i kick the ???, im like Jigga on the beat
Now tell me who does it better than that
I’m a veteran, deadly
Sharper than a blade, i cut them in half
They jacking the style, they appear to be clones
I been trapping hard before you niggas lost your virginity homs
I’m cutting deals with P Diddy Combs
I’m young jock, snapping on the track with the infinity stones
So step back or you get blast
Fans complain my flows been giving them jetlags
And that post you supposed to repost
I don’t see no competition standing close to the throne
Hand inna the air, ‘cos we said so
Nobody move until we say so
And you already know what we’re here for
Looku ????
Omo na bad man??? You give me head so soft
And she wanna ride until the wig fall off
Everytime she step inna the 254
You already know she blowing up my phone
4PM in Kenya, pushing my agenda
Running shit like Caster Semenya,
Spanish influenza, taking the whole world by storm
The flow is deadly, niggas came for me
Left loose scratches like a disc jockey, i got all these money
Pastor trynna take it from me, i don’t give him nothing
I’ve got all these mouths to feed, i send some to my mommy
But if she pay her tithe then the Pastor don took it from me
But i don’t got no problem, imma charge it to the game
Shorty need a uber, imma charge it to the game
Cos that pussy super, i gave her a little change
Fucking millionaire i shouldn’t be talking about change
I’m on a whole different lane
Fly so much, my bag is still unpacked
I’m booked and busy, nobody knows when I’ll be back
I’m in the front talking business, ain’t nobody gonna stunt on me
You see them hating in the back, that’s economy
It’s a different type of flex i’m on
I should have a kid, cos i need somebody to spend this on
Money coming every week, future looking mighty sleek
If it’s a girl, then it’s a bougie bitch
If it’s a boy, that’s another bougie bitch
I can never fall ‘cos this flow is too legit
Catch me Outside, I’m in the 254
Representing Naij, you know the hood i’m from
Hand inna the air, ‘cos we said so
Nobody move until we say so
And you already know what we’re here for
Looku ????
Omo na bad man??? You give me head so soft
And she wanna ride until the wig fall off
Everytime she step inna the 254
You already know she blowing up my phone