VIDEO: Young Stunna – Holy Boy Mp4

Holy Boy, Holy Boy
I’m a Holy Boy, Holy Boy, Holy Boy

As-Salaam-Alaikum, Wa-Alaikum-Salaam
Girl don’t leave me hanging, I ain’t Saddam
Derico in the streets, Boyloaf in the creeks,
Married to the music, and I swear I’ll never cheat

Devoted to my music, I’m a Holy Boy
I can’t walk the streets cuz now they know the boy
Growing up at home, I was the only boy
Girls on Instagram now tryna blow the boy
Holy Boy, Holy Boy
Holy Boy, Holy Boy
Music is my religion, I’m a Holy Boy, I’m a Holy Boy
Holy Boy, Holy Boy
Holy Boy, Holy Boy
Music is my religion, I’m a Holy Boy, I’m a Holy Boy

Yea, Worship music, sunrise till it’s sundown
If I put am for your body, you go come down
All day working like a robot, feeling like I’m Gundam
I got robbed once now I got Selina to make Gun Jam
Stunna with the babyface, mind of a hustler
Try to block my road, you no need fork and knife to chop slap
Always on the grind because the hustle cost a lot
Money on my mind so I don’t even fuck a lot
I always go for the bag eh
I got some broads up in lag eh
I get alert dem go lap eh
Never tell me to relax eh
Me I just dey chill, some dark skin titties on my pillow
Imported from Botswana, puffing on a cigarillo
We up until it’s 2 a.m. she don dey sing Awilo
I never hesitate to shoot my shot like I’m Papilo
Cuz dem no put me inside list they say that I ain’t next to blow
I’m from the south side so run your mouth and be the next to go

Devoted to my music, I’m a Holy Boy
I can’t walk the streets cuz now they know the boy
Growing up at home, I was the only boy
Girls on Instagram now tryna blow the boy
Holy Boy, Holy Boy
Holy Boy, Holy Boy
Music is my religion, I’m a Holy Boy, I’m a Holy Boy
Holy Boy, Holy Boy
Holy Boy, Holy Boy
Music is my religion, I’m a Holy Boy, I’m a Holy Boy

I don’t catch feelings, all I care about is bank alerts
I work hard cuz I’m ashamed of what I’m really worth
They kinda hate to see us moving forward cuz it really hurts
Slept off daydreaming of Mercy Chinwo in a mini-skirt
Yea, pay no mind to me i’m kinda crazy
Sometimes I be confused, my vision’s hazy
She told me that she wanna have my babies
Sometimes I really do not know what they see
Everybody wey don make am say na by grace
Well getting to this money, that na my race
I need the kind money to make Dangote feel like my mate
Spend a million naira on a bottle just to titrate