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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

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

Comin' Round

Bubba Sparxxx

Deliverance

2003

your reflection

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
There is no king for the throne I seat
All by myself, so alone I leap
For the young boy, daddy

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

know wan end for poverty (poverty) I want buy mama Bugatti I want to buy Papa Ferrari oo h

Shout out to my enemies, sure to my enemies, shout out to my

Lil mama, she's so divine
Got me wanting to give her all my time
I was out with a bro, she walk by the store
Told him that I'm gon' make her mine
She

gone
The kickin' song is the song you sing
You sing from dusk 'til dawn

My mama and my papa said
Please don't do that no more
My grandma and my grandpa

(Uh)
I shoot you out your chukkas
Pusha hear the whispers of
All you motherfuckers
Papa said stay free of them suckers
Minus the wicked jumper
Street

Rove’
Last supper make a reservation for a table

Ego, that’s the root of all evil
Either I can ball or I can hire more people
They said you gon’ fall
Is

Jack and Jill, Mama told the sailor
One heat up, and one cool down
Leave nothing for the tailor
Just like Jack and Jill, Papa told the jailer
One go up,

I don't wanna live forever if depression a thing still
I sing from the soul, cuz the alcohol sting still
I always bring
Plus one to events, I'm

and clean
Then
You've made a choice
to go on the rail
Which your Mama,
Papa put it down not to fail
But as the day goes by
your face gets so pale
And it's

can see a lot in my life
I can see the love in around
I can see mama, wanna pray for me
I can see papa, wanna pray for me
They don’t want you grow,

type, all for nothing
Misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries, "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

Young Americans

David Bowie

Sound + Vision [2003 Box]

1989

type, all for nothing
Misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries, "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

going back I'm sorry belle

Everybody say
Like play like play
I dey plan as l dey chai chai
Make am for this world
No be by muscle or by fight fight
See

never going back I'm sorry belle

Everybody say
Like play like play
I dey plan as l dey chai chai
Make am for this world
No be by muscle or by fight fight

of Brooklyn
Bet we dealing with the same shit
Blessing and a curse when they throw
You off the slave ship
My mama gracious, said "Go ahead"
See my papa face

Down for Sunday supper
She told em one Sunday how she
Loved em and she hugged em
Sensing something’s wrong
They asked her what’s your trouble
She

Cross the Border

Philly's Most Wanted

Get Down or Lay Down

2001

I'ma take it easy

So why don't you run across the border mama?
(I'll run cross the border papa)
And what will you bring me back mama?
(You know

ignore us and these visions you just can’t unsee.

Been asking forgiveness but nobody’s giving
Got to sing for your supper, sing for your supper
In

for you
Shey you go run leave your papa
And I go run leave my mama
Make we stay here together
Make nobody put asunder
My baby if you don’t mind,
Would

For whos is the land 
That is walked on by foot
Muscle your way in get to the queue
So here's for your supper 
And here's for you

With Ye' favourite