Текст песни Sore (Remix) - Yaw Tog
Where
my
G′s,
yeah
Oyn
Grr,
grr
Yeah
Huh
Yo'
I-I-I-I-I
love
Chris
Rich
(Yeah)
Yɛbɛ
sore
Yɛbɛ
sore
Yɛbɛ
sore
Yɛbɛ
sore
On
the
ones
and
two′s
my
bros
Young
bull
coming
dealing
with
goats,
yeah
Wonti
aseɛ
braa
fie
Getting
my
packs
and
building
my
bones,
yeah
On
the
road
coming
yi
fa
ho
baako
Mmieɛnu
we
coming
Young
bull
threat,
yeah
I'm
killing
your
dummies
Wontumi
nfa
this
dirt
ɛka
me
Yeah
I'm
on
God
Wishing
it
great
for
my
dawgs
Started
with
more
but
a
few
got
lost,
oh
my
God
Yaa
na
wa
sorti
me
more
Firi
sɛasɛ
this
pain
got
me
lost
Cause
a
do
I′m
for
the
motherland
Got
plans
and
another
lot
Big
stacks,
big
stacks,
so
a
grind
for
a
better
land
Got
wings
ago,
higher
niggas
ain′t
badder
than
wow
African
boy
with
the
big
drip
Yeah
I
grind
for
the
big
pic
Told
mom:
"Ain't
slack
I′m
a
big
fish"
Stay
G
with
the
day
ones,
not
this
Grr,
spin
dat,
spin
dat
Grind
for
the
money
not
girls,
no
hoes
Came
as
a
fool
and
turned
so
gold
Mama
I
made
it
see
how
I'm
gold
Yeah
I′m
making
more,
more
Yeah
I'm
making
more,
more
Yeah
I′m
making
more,
more
More,
more,
yeah
am
making
more,
more
Yɛbɛ
sore
Yɛbɛ
sore
Yɛbɛ
sore
Yɛbɛ
sore
(Yo')
Big
Mike
on
a
remix
You
don't
live
the
life,
you
just
dream
it
Don′t
mind
them
boys,
they
don′t
mean
it
If
I
slap
your
face
you're
gonna
feel
it
Slide
in
the
middle
like
grealish
My
next
hit′s
bigger
than
my
previous
Red
light's
looking
all
greenish
Fake
niggas
call
me
blood
I
get
squeamish
The
boy′s
just
way
too
bossy
Double
platinum
from
Vossi
Five
times
double
platinum
get
'em
off
me
Yeah,
I′m
a
real
foul
yout
like
Jeoffrey
I
am
the
king
nobody
can't
stop
me
See
when
I
get
the
job
done
that's-
Iyt,
I
was
cooling,
I
was
resting
But
this
year
and
next
year
I′m
on
a
next
ting
Mastered
my
flow
and
my
style
to
perfection
I
tell
the
truth
and
it
sounds
like
I′m
flexing
Big
Mike
but
my
fam
call
me
junior
My
bad
I
should
of
pulled
up
sooner
Look
in
my
eyes
see
Kwame
Nkrumah
That's
a
real
presidential
black
man
Real
revolution
starter
And
I
ball
like
the
youth
in
Barça
Bare
chest
ting
when
I
walk
through
Ghana
And
I
don′t
do
beef
I
do
Karma
I
swear
we're
the
last
ones
left
The
mandem
love
kuff
kaff
kweff
And
anywhere
I
see
you
dons
in
the
flesh
Just
know
that
I
can′t
let
you
go
like
Steff
Yɛbɛ
sore
(Woo)
Yɛbɛ
sore
Yɛbɛ
sore
Yɛbɛ
sore
(Oy,
yeah)
Straight
to
the
top
Why
I
go
stop,
I
started
with
zero
You
see
say
I
chock
but
you
still
dey
flop
it
might
be
the
ego
I
take
off
my
tee
mow
obiaa
re
yi
ni
biribi
I
think
am
a
hero
RIP
Biggie
I
am
learning
from
Diddy,
you
niggas
be
imo
Bad
boy
them
dey
find
me
like
Nemo
Back
case,
money
play,
joo
fuck
games
If
you
get
problem
just
call
me
up
Why
you
dey
move
like
a
bad
bitch
I
dey
Bantama
with
savages
Dabro
asɛ
campaign
I'm
eyeing
the
heavens
I
pass
space
In
tough
times
I
dey
smile
still
Thug
life
ten
toes
Nea
onim
pain
nsuro
owuo
Madwene
mu
pefee
nea
omo
wish
me
I
wish
it
back
tenfold
Me
to
kyea
aa
na
ɛyɛ
dough
Mo
guy
guy
mo
hyɛ
kpo
I
still
no
dey
fuck
with
the
other
side
I
still
dey
ride
with
my
bros
For
all
my
niggas
Yeah
I′m
making
more,
more
Yeah
I'm
making
more,
more
Yeah
I'm
making
more,
more
More,
more,
yeah
am
making
more,
more
Yɛbɛ
sore
Yɛbɛ
sore
Yɛbɛ
sore
Yɛbɛ
sore
I-I-I-I-I
love
Chris
Rich
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