paroles de chanson 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