My Name Is Dopey

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 class 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
Killing 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 kill it, I kill it, beast on the track
40inch claws dont gyimi with my stacks