Lyrics:
Papa God bless me o
No be by Hustle,
No be the work I dey work
No be Muscle
No be the songs I dey sing
No be struggle
Na by the special Grace of God
I
find it
Your memory gives warmth to right here
November air
November air, you guys got it?
November air
So dear mama, how's it goin'?
Was
in the shower
Sing it every hour
Sing it, sing it, sing it, sing it, sing it, sing it
Sing it with your mother sing it
Sing it, mama, sing it
Sing it
hands up for Roblox Stars!
I'm your biggest fan waves
I'll follow you until you lcve me
Papa paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar you
Know that
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue sea
Tell your pa pa-paya, you're comin' home with me! ( Yip! )
I came to Cuba for a holiday, pa-paya mama took
of righteousness, hand-me-downs from big brother
Got a crown laid up for me, I won't shudder
In the presence of the King when I go to supper
Make a toast, hear
in my neighborhood
Mama workin' like a slave for us (I love you mama)
We was poor as fuck strugglin'
cnd it's the only thing that made it good
So
Why I married me a bad girl, tell you the reason why
Bad girls will even do things on the sly
Look for your supper to be good and hot
She never
Why I married me a bad girl, tell you the reason why
Bad girls will even do things on the sly
Look for your supper to be good and hot
She never
honey
Just be, be for real (Be for real)
I don't want your money, I don't need your money
(Be for real, girl) Just be for real, Just be for real, mama
When the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When them gang sings
with another chick from my building
Kick her ass out and have breakfast like a mo' fucka'
I'm with another bitch by supper
Yeah me and hate that's
Jamaica don't fly on Sunday
Gotta get a flight out to San Juan
Because I want to see the Mama and the Papa
When I look into your blue eyes
I bend
no leave you by
Mama no see you cry
Papa no see you deny
(papa no see you deny)
(Make your time no pass you by)
This is a life of a man .. becoming
you want me
Come get me, here I be
In the V-I, V-I waiting for the
Yo something in your wait, go through it
Pretend you got a swoosh in ya baby
wetin I don become today
I dey look your face
Lord I give you praise
Na Start e dey start
E go end for better place only by your grace
Oyah make we
protesters
Ask Timaya they don kill
Them mama them papa
For lekki massacre
The matter long oh
The matter long oh
Wayo, wayo, wayo, wayo, wayo
Wayo, wayo, wayo,
to America
It'll be a risk, but my love for you carry us
Papa was a playa
Playa was a papa
I ain't saying nada but dem gyales love dem shottas, yea
Dem gyales
Na him dey loose up the throne
Fire for fire fire
The devil na liar liar
My girl no dey fine
My girl no dey fine
She dey sing for choir choir
I say
Mama éma jo sì
Baba éma jo sì
Ómò ema jo sì tori emi gan jo sì
Yeah see we steady paper chasing never to be found hating on any one for no reason
Cause
and a shirt on my back.
But you buy me some supper and give me a place I can sleep
He said 'I'll sing you some songs that'll rock your head to sleep.
I got
Your smile casts a shadow
For all these white boys in Orlando
Yeah keep this up I’m never gonna sleep
You have drinks and call it supper
A shoulder
Sayin' grace without supper in your backyard
Who doesn't wanna be a hero?
At least a little bit of helpin' out
There's something's you're never gonna
Help
Papa was a rollin' stone, mama developed a habit
Happened all too fast for either one of us to grab it
I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness
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