KO-JO Cue - Low Key lyrics

[Intro: Klu & KO-JO Cue] Low, low, low oh oh oh oh (Aha) Low, low, low oh oh oh oh (Aha, Aha) Low, low, low oh oh oh oh (Aha, Aha) Low, low, low oh oh oh oh (K.O) [Verse 1: Ko-Jo Cue] Chaley we son em, and put em up in day care Wɔn nkyɛ nni, the boy no dey play fair After the main meal, ago fit chop the waitress Bronya, with just the tip, (aye) swerve Yɛ reballe, wo nnye w'ani a dey there Wo mpɛ wo deɛ nnɛ, ɔkyena yɛ rekɔ sie wo ɛh Mpanyin se yɛ wo wo barima a due hwɛ Boys abrɛ, girls se the same man With all due respect, me no me nsam deɛ DB to Azonto to the neighbors Kala spy for koti fie, inspector say eh The way you dey spy my wife you go get case pɛɛ Ha! she say she come a ago pay fare, enti me nprepare, aye Mayfair Eno b say I spend or I pay them A master at doing me, that be how I bait them [Hook : Klu] Chale yɛ resei mu ɛh, yɛ resei mu (M'akye no ahyɛ me dan mu hɔ) Chale bɛtie no ɛh, ɔretea mu (Ekɛɛ esumo waa, esumo lɛ) Low key, low key o, low key (Esumo lɛ) Low key, low key o, low key (Esumo lɛ) [Verse 2: E.L.] Chaley, I base, I dey keep it on the low key Oh please, what you thought? I wouldn't go beast? E.L's finna k** it with the flow see I turn blow man since I blow, baby blow me Free Akatus my incarcerated cronies You know me, no love for Ghana Police Bank accounts ODing on my proceeds Money over fame, show fees over trophies Booty in my face, a** on my mind Strip club, ATL, pa**ing the time Back in Accra, I ain't worried about a damn thing My Gs move in silence in this campaign To get to wanna level, you for tron pa** We f**ing up the game, like we be some p**n stars You for steam or get smoked, yawa don gas KO-JO everybody know ah... [Hook : Klu] [Verse 3: Ko-Jo Cue] The motto is, hakuna matata More songs than an episode of cantata, or Hindi movie Chale these rappers no dey really move me Silly rookies, mini droopys, really goofy Alomo for the blues, Lumba for the mood Mahama for the what? Nana Addo for the who? Why sef we for vote in choosing who go rule? Kyinyɛ or elephant we still dey suffer for the hood Anyway ɛno ɛnstoppe nothing fam Cause we still dey pull chicks pa** akate farms White tee, khaki, specs ene vans Back of a taxi or troski, me regye fans Chaley mabrɛ oh, so when I get paid I go get more whips than a runaway slave Start getting small success brothers say change But money and poverty never get the same face