Olamide – Eyan Mayweather Lyrics

Eyan Mayweather

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"Eyan Mayweather." - Olamide

Wednesday, 26 November 2025, 08:11 am

Album: Eyan Mayweather

Track No: 01

Pheelz Mr. Producer

Wo ni esu gbenu mi, hell boy (hell boy)
Look less and look me well boy (well boy)
Galagala flows, I no well boy
My money like garri ijebu, my money dey swell boy (swell boy)
Igunugu niyin fuck it e o le je ebo
Won se bonanaza lorun apaadi se n bo
You go wound o, wound o, efrebor
Se ri ade to wa lori me e ni fe bo (fe bo)
Flow like Notorious, yet we glorious
When we dey gan the bus nobody to ri us
Kicking the door, waving the fofo
The street is what the street it sofo
Your spirit living you loke lo′n fo
I shoot myself, I kill the mofo
Won ni ke kunle ke toro fun ore-ofe
En toro fun ounje ofe aseju l'olorun o fe
Emi bigi papa kambodelioney
Won mo leko won mo loluyole
If you wanna talk and never manage
Jo koshi kuro kawon temi wole
I′m on a ghost mode eyan Casper
Emi lon so leko bi okada jasper
Eyin old school, Isuzu Tiger
Gone are the days t'olopa man gba fiber
I make them go konkobilo bi ti lagbaja
Forget say this one na ijoba lagbada
Freedom of speech dey I no go dull you
But freedom after speech, I can't assure you
You don′t know me emi Idi Amin
Lo bere mi lowo awon broda Jamiu
Ati shi machine wole lati Germany
Tin ba ko lue you go think say na molue jam you
Igboro ti rugged, igboro ti di Sambisa
Olorun o ni jeke resu te ba ri mi e se amin sir
Broda saula e sa mi sir
Your girlfriend don follow me go, I know you miss her
Eh le mu eyin alangba ke fi se egg roll
If you fuck with me you on a death roll
Mi o n sun bi kerosene all about the peproll
Anybody shey bi werey dana sun bi petrol
So ni werey ni o ni certificate re da?
I am ready to rambo eyan Mayweather
Me I′m always ready any fucking weather
Sorongbe yin, shey e to sara ni abi e da?
Ororo igbala re shey o fi din dodo ni awe
Me I'm getting money me I dey travel go away
Me I′m killing shows in London and Yankee
Te ba'n koja logba lo
Ota po ju enemies lo olote yapa
December tu titi n bo e fun won ni raba
Awon atole, e fun won ni pampers
Eni ti o ba ri oba fin ohun loba ma pa
No rapper, I say no rapper
I repeat again I say no rapper
Don do show inside Eko Hotel
Shutdown everywhere, if he lie I go tell
Sold out concert in Lagos, one
Sold out concert in Malay, two
Sold out concert in Yankee, three
Sold out concert in London, four
Ha! E wa ni kon ma fo fun mi
Ta ni best rapper again oya so fun mi?
I′m smoking hot, I know e dey choke you
I'm spitting the truth, no need to provoke you
Fact only, I′m the shit nigga
Tired of trying not to hurt your feelings nigga
Omo mi noh niyin, gba biscuit nigga
Oya say cheese, don't be silly nigga
Come and take selfie with your daddy nigga
Illuminating, am the new Jigga
Eyin t'aja fin ba omo sherey noh lon fin ge je
Toba shey bi werey wan ma pana ciga lo jue

Thank you, thank you
When dey say anybody wan talk anything about best rapper or whatever
Go shutdown Eko Hotel first
Shutdown London, shutdown Yankee
Shutdown Malay, shutdown everywhere
Before you come to me and say you′re the best rapper
Ema lo wa oh, I just say make I clear una too, you know
Clear una doubt make una no dey do anyhow
Oshamo, filefun
Baddo eyan Mayweather

Writer(s): Olamide Gbenga Adedeji.

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