Lyrics:
before Quill get kilt
Do Quill got skill at all, homie?
It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie
Did you really expect to last, Day?
You
ne so
Akyea na enbue
Ne3 wo ye nu koso ko w'anim
Ma wo day3so no nka wo trim
Okyena asem Nyame p3 na nim
3nhy3 wo ho akonfu
3nfa owuo adanfo
Asante
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
ounce I'm still high from last night
I'm so high I'm breaking my windpipe
Three drinks and I'm feeling alright
It's been three days and the party goes all
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
said, it'll go by fast
Just count down from five
And lay on your back
And I cried, I cried
And started the countdown
5-4-3-3-2-1, 5-4-3-3
edwuma bi y3 na gyae Facebook
So many girls hitting me up wanna see how my face look
Woh! kwesi si grind grind grind grind grind err day
Da ben na menya
began...
Let the sun climb, oh, burn away my mask
Three days, and maybe longer, shed my skin at last...shed...shed...
Let the sun shine, burn away my
Barack Obama
Mmm Nyame Aguama
Wode me toto Osama?
Ouu last hour destination Bonsam aa
Nnocma du aa esi wc asamanpom
S3 wo da sore aa bisa me mapom
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
was five police
Officers and three police cars, bein' the biggest crime of the last fifty
Years and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story
mehw3 manim na mehw3 makyi aa
Just feeling like I'm moving in a team
Nti me fans naa mo w) h) sesiaa
Mo nn) me yie till the day we go meet
Wo tumi fr3 mi
car enkosi ashalley botswe
Si last stop na bisa Sergeant cdjetey fie
S3 mu duru ho p3 by all means mo b3 ti dede
Mun gyi wei sh3 mo ho 3s3s3 mu didi
Intro
Yeah, Topboi TopBoi yea-yea-yea-yeah
Aye, aye, I go by the name TopBoi
yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
( Itz Apya on da beat )
get it, Woah
makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
Paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter
and reality we can live
Oh and reality TV to make us cringe
I'm ready to love, and after these last 90 days I'm all but ready to make you my fianc
And I don't
got all day
Palm trees a-leanin', sunburn screamin'
But we'll all be alright, after
One margarita, two margarita, three margarita, shot
Don't
Na Na
Last two times make I hammer
Nkrumah Fatia na 3fata
You dey make I sing so ti la la
So ti la la
I'm down with it
Wo 3nya k) yi de3 asem ato me
Nananum, Atlanta you dey ma body
Gimme mic gimme beat make i wake somebody
Clair!!! Make i wake somebody
Till the last day im always on fire
Do it for ma
perfect all the time
She sexy by design
I don't pull up for nothing
But your body dey make adey run and shouting
Big Butty gal fun fooler op3d3 oba me d3
Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last?
3 A.M. in the morning on the Boulevard
I'm still at large engaged with my entourage
Me
what she saw that day was that the garden had bloomed into a vibrant image of hope.
[A Little Italian Farm]
War Correspondent 3:
This is the story
all day
Even at the dawn
Nyame mame form
Mey3 last born nti 3nhw3
Me saa (wow)
Daa na y3bc me soboc
Me namfo foc kc no
Mete hc na meeprc
Ohia asoma woc
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