Kobby Dope - My Name Is Dopey lyrics

Intro: Dopey ene me din, But efr3 me Kobby dope a I no go bore This one na Ribcage Music o Real Music sha Only Sergio dey do the mixing and scratching and things Verse 1 [Kobby Dope] First name Kobby, last name dopey I do not need an intro, the game already know me Cos I am high like soprano, I never swagger low key These people want to handle, lepers, joking Cos I dey top like its missionary position Hotter than the heat like the sun is in the kitchen Bonjour, I am dopey, mission on deck When you messing with my dreams then it is your kidneys on deck I have been through a lot so I call myself made But I looked sharp like my eye balls has got blades The boy has got cla** like my swagger got grades I am a house help, your chick is as good as laid Im not a jacker, Im an inventer, I dont follow trends, Im a trendsetter, And then I make them trend I aint talking about twitter But your rules can make them bend, Like they do in La Liga My ego gets erection, now its looking bigger XX cells the boys only gets sicker I weigh 52 kilos but I am feeling big Io am a different kind of poker player do you know who you are dealing with You dont, I give you the benefit of the doubt, I mean you probably didnt know what you about I mean who wants to cross kobby dopes path, no one Who does that unless its Sinbad or Conan Cos every time I got to go I go ham Enti kop3 table bi asehye, you for lay low man I am fast so I no dey rush say I dey go run I let them start then overtake, next thing I am so gone It is easy as ABC, A for always B for bullying C for children, ABC. And when I am done rocking the stage, standing ovation I have to beg them to take their seats So who go fit, mo ye Cinderellas sisters I be the talk of GH ena more twetwa pictures Masoa nsuo masoansa, afei masoa dopey Other rappers no dier se download, big x. The rap is my genes (jeans) I aint talking about denim Born great shout out to ken da dude and sedem You cant stand up to me, mo b3 gyina he mpo My style is flawless mo b3gyina he mpo They claim they got an S on their chest entiomo ye tough But omoakoma ye me target cos X marks the spot You cant compere (compare) you no be host Cant contest, thats not fair, oh yes I know You got to confess, no size on earth, the boys is dope Run and go ask, go ham on tracks, thats all I know k**ing the rhyme, its funeral time eno be joke So where is the freaking competition, I dont know I have got four beads on my neck More trophies on my desk I k** it, I k** it, beast on the track 40inch claws dont gyimi with my stacks