Krasavchik

Yeah. Mm. Falala falala falala falala falala lala la, Yeah. Falala falala falala Falala falala lala la, Yeah. Falala falala falala lala yeah. Lala la, yeah. Falala falala falala falala lala La, yeah. Fake it 'til you make it, that shit ain't One for me. Strive hard 'til you get it, That's my own belief. I don't wanna make any Man feel deceived. Putting in so much work, Work, work. Just to make the moolah. Go and get fame And the power. So I keep fitting even in The shower. Imagine me telling that I'm broke in A couple of hours. Now I'm still broke and, Uh, nothing changed, still winning. Life's scarce, sometimes just like willy-willy. But I go make that fucking milly-milly. If you're hating, I tell them ogbeni-gbeni, Yeah. I really, really been grinding, Not just for a mini-mini. Landlord know who got the keys to the bimmy-bimmy. Oh, yeah. Everything nice up, everything Gucci. Everything cool around me. Kasaju, kasaju, that's what they call me. Ain't no things happening about me. Orito, oh-oh-oh. Orito, Oh-oh-oh, yeah. Everything crystal, blow like a missile. Coming up to fix it, the game been missing. Seeing is believing, game is on and I'm killing. Penetrating every corner, yeah, the feeling. Trust me, no one heard this up. Grinding all day non-stop. Plotting every ends, dreadlocks. No replacements in the game, no scrubs. I enter everywhere like zoom-zoom. I know the game, call me tycoon. Sweeping out bad energy. These days we run you all. Yeah. These days we run you all, Yeah. These days we run, these days we run. These days we run, these, these, These. These days we run. These, these, these days we run. These days we run, these, these, these, These, Everything nice up, everything Gucci. Everything cool around me. Kasaju, kasaju, that's they call me. Ain't no things happening about me. Orito, oh-oh-oh. Orito, oh-oh-oh, yeah.