Sarkodie – Round 2 Lyrics (Ft. Giggs)
Round 2 Lyrics by Sarkodie ft Giggs
Sarkcess Music Boss, Sarkodie drops his 7th album dubbed ‘No Pressure‘ and we drop the song lyrics of the song “Round 2” Featuring Giggs below.
[Intro] Certified Bangerz
Bibi se me’nkɔ gye cool block but I gotta think twice ’cause I got my own label
Chale money never go be problem but ɛto dabi a the economy no be stable
But we stay strapped, and I know my God is able
When I see y’all try to compare me to these boys, it dey make I feel offended like
niqqa got hits on hits, got a BET and I did it independent
But people dey criticize me, but ɛba no warfront a I am highly recommended uh
Sɛ mo hwehwɛ No Pressure, alright the battle just ended
Military mindset, let me see your lighters
Been a long ride but a niqqa still sizeless
Babylon vipers, still a mobɔ diapers
Chale money bag na me de build me biceps
Started off broke and I swear nobody like this
Wanna see me dead but you niqqas gon’ die first
Boys bɛ pre Sark beef but mmrɛ no so aa na mo use ghostwriters
Level up, da mo bɛ speedi no kra no na ma double up
Sɛ mo te niɛ mɛ de ba you go fall in love
Ɛyaa na boys no dey try me ’cause they know what’s up
You know we stay litty, hustle like Diddy
All day stackin’ up the money like 50
Gotta stay greedy cause a niqqa need didi
Ɛhyɛ wo bo sɛ cancer in the left titty
Been so long in the game this sh!t crazy
OG but still wavy
Sɛ mo hwɛ the couple of drinks I drop lately
Ma predicti me life, me sen Nigel Gaisie
Sɛ mo checki growth no a, it’s amazing
All the moves that I’m making uh
Just signed a new contract, bɛyɛ half a mil’ if I’m not mistaken Hol’ up, make I check
[Bridge: Giggs] Don’t think nothin’ ain’t funny
They so fake niqqa they scummy
My bro save wit’ me, get money
Foxes, niqqas so cunning [Verse 2: Giggs] This that Trilly Gang business first, flip that killer grime
This that Cypress Hill, could just kill a man
And this that [?], go play middleman
When guys get hungry, they ’bout their dinner plans
Oh you need a family, turn into Soprano
Suited, yeah, Dolce Gabbana yeah (Jheeze!)
Knights of the Round Table what? Coat in the armor yeah
I got you in England, just hold me in Ghana yeah
B!tch better boogie that back
B!tch better gimme that job yeah
I’ll be the niqqa that rap, lost for the sniveling dogs yeah
How can I get in that bag? Cool man I’m gettin’ him cobbed
Yeah just finished reading my songs, then made the sign of the cross
Giggs that nutter
And this ain’t nothing nice
When Giggs say butter, it’s whip that butter slice
Man got cut up, yutes they cut up guys
Giggs is flutter, make that sh!t that butterflies
Why did they gas him
Drive it and crash in, silent a$$a$$in
Why would they get on his nerves, why would they ha$$le him
Simon says, what? I wanna slap him