No More Kpayor Lyrics
- Genre:Holiday
- Year of Release:2019
Lyrics
No More Kpayor - Asem
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Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go
Clap your hands see my ladies wave your hands, See my hommies sag your pants, Mr DJ make them dance. A.S.E.M (Asem).
Verse 1
The more they hate us, More papers
)mo atena ase b) y3 ho nkomo, they debate us
Planning and plotting, plotting against us. Ever since we moved in they wanna vacate us, nanso wei nny3 mentor na ya evicti, they thought I wouldn’t last )mo adikan a predicti
Then I dropped Runaway then I drop Ringtone, them all start runaway them see say I be KingKong.
Charley, I be too smart for your shallow thinking, meyi wo suliya without my eye blinking. I’m shining with a silver lining, I don’t just rap there’s a scheme to my rhyming
The wait is over, no more weight on my shoulder, I’m about to ‘F’ you up bend over Africa’s very own ‘HOV’ (Very own HOVER)
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Verse 2
Charley you need to risk it to get the biscuit, me flow no bekye wo amia wo paa s3 papistic.
Afei na meb3 kyer3 mo s3 mey3 artistic, me din no aka mma no ano s3 Lipstick.
Mohw3 Berma bia )y3 mouth mouth, charly ittle skinny dude just wanna act off, Tinny besie ‘Abuumo alo rough’ I get dada bee flex charley you be low cost.
For the other squad, they don’t need to be mentioned, puss in boots craving for attention, crying babies waiting for detention, crusading to attend my Convention.
The wait is over, no more weight on my shoulder, I’m about to ‘F’ you up, bend over
Africa’s very own HOV (very own HOVER).
Clap your hands, see my ladies wave your hands, See my hommies sag your pants, Mr DJ make them dance. A.S.E.M (Asem)
Verse 3
I hang with rockstars, like Amakye Dede (serrrious), Papa yi tu me fo, )se Nana take it easy. Wei mo de3 s3 nea )mo nim aa bebereebe, wode ASEM di agoro aa woti wo kyekyerekye.
I get the Bakery, you’re just the breads seller
Critics rate me, they say I be Best seller
The more you Dey hate me you dey give me energy, They all can’t wait to recite my elegy.
The wait is over, no more weight on my shoulder, I’m about to ‘F’ you up, bend over
Africa’s very own HOV (very own HOVER).
A.S.E.M (Asem x 2)