Burna Boy – Thanks Ft. J Cole (Lyrics)

The song “Thanks,” which features Nigeria’s most gifted musicians, Burna Boy and J. Cole, was the vocalist’s and songwriter’s first foray into songwriting.

Using songs from his most recent EP, “I Told Them Album,” he made a fantastic CD.

Burna Boy – Thanks Ft. J Cole (Lyrics)

Finish him

Is this the motherfucking thanks I get
For making my people proud every chance I get? (Yeah)
It’s okay, I get (Cole World)
This Naija, no love
Only Jah know where it started from
Oluwa Burna still apply pressure
Sneak up on you on a silent one
Ooh, ooh, who be that person
I showed you how to really do this thing
Oluwa Burna na the blueprint of course
And I gave you Afrofusion
No words can describe all of my waka waka
No place I no go to
If e dey hurt you, na like this I dey hustle

E go take your mind, woto, woto, oh, no
Passa passa, oh, no
Sare sare, oh, no
Ki ya ma sa, oh, no
Taye taye, oh, no
Jaye, jaye, oh, no, o, oh, no
You go dey reason am rough, rough
Oh, no
Passa, passa, oh, no
Sare, sare oh, no
Ki ya ma sa, oh, no
Soro, soro, oh, no
Laye, laye, o
Oh, no
Is this the motherfucking thanks I get?

Too many people no dey fear God
What you think He created hell for?
Mankind so jealous
Wetin dem no know dem dey tell us, tell us
Oluwa mi fe mo
Oluwa Burna moti jelo
My fall is unheard of
You never hear them say I fell off, fell off

E go take your mind, woto, woto, oh, no
Passa passa, oh, no
Sare sare, oh, no
Ki ya ma sa, oh, no
Taye taye, oh, no
Jaye, jaye, oh, no, o, oh, no
You go dey reason am rough, rough
Oh, no
Passa, passa, oh, no
Sare, sare oh, no
Ki ya ma sa, oh, no
Soro, soro, oh, no
Laye, laye, o
Oh, no
Is this the motherfucking thanks I get?

You say my mama dance for Fela
You say I no get baby mama
You say that I’m cancelled again
You say I shoot pesin for Cubana (Yeah)
Because I wan collect pesin woman (That’s how they act, right?)
Is this the motherfucking thanks I get for making my people proud every chance I get?

Burna and me, been runnin’ this shit for eternity
I fathered a couple of styles, I’m takin’ paternity leave
Permanently, they hate, now I’m brushin’ the dirt off my sleeve
Steadily talkin’ Ms to me, it’s like I’m learnin’ to read
Sounded it out, takin’ my time, countin’ it out, slowly
Dust collectin’ on the Rollie, me and these beats is holy
Matrimony, feelin’ like Axel Foley
In Beverly Hills, coppin’ whatever I feel
Cole and Burna, Shaq and Kobe
Winnin’ a ring, then we gon’ repeat and three-peat
Them nerds hate, they seat geeks
They peepin’ us on the low, we like the cheat sheet
Get paid for phrases, I don’t believe in free speech
I said it, I meant it, no take backs
I don’t even need the receipts, so please miss me with the PC
I be in NYC on a bike with the hood up like I’m E.T
These rappers ain’t like me, I’m knee-deep in the concrete
Forever cemented, don’t you ever forget it

E go take your mind, woto, woto, oh, no
Passa passa, oh, no
Sare sare, oh, no
Ki ya ma sa, oh, no
Taye taye, oh, no
Jaye, jaye, oh, no, o, oh, no
You go dey reason am rough, rough
Oh, no
Passa, passa, oh, no
Sare, sare oh, no
Ki ya ma sa, oh, no
Soro, soro, oh, no
Laye, laye, o
Oh, no
Is this the motherfucking thanks I get?

Burna, I see you
You got the whole world on smash right now
This whole shit is yours, forever how long you want it
Know what I mean?