Texty

My heart, my soul, my love, my life Nobody can mess with it Thunder go strike you (motherf-) For the thing you do to me Then I no make ready for love But the things you do make I fall Now look at that boy He dey flex on me, hwɛ Woadi awie a, mate Seiei ara mefrɛ wo a, wompicke me call But I'm a soldier, ah-ah (soldier) I'm a survivor, ah-ah (survivor) And I'm a gangster, ah-ah Enti mente nisuo o Mada, mada I dey p- and pass, I dey do my thing (eh) Mada (eh) meretwe me- ara aah Mada, eh, mada (I dey p-f and pass, I dey do my thing) I can get another you in a minute You messed up, boy, you're not legit And I'm glad I didn't buy it 'Cause I know some players like you Who needs a heart when the heart has been broken? What else can I say when every word has been spoken? Ọmọge jaiye-jaiye Ọmọ mi ofee-ofee Jaiye jaiye Ọmọ mi ofee-ofee I'm a soldier, ah-ah (soldier) I'm a survivor, ah-ah (survivor) And I'm a gangster, ah-ah Enti mente nisuo o Mada, mada I dey p- and pass, I dey do my thing (eh) Mada (eh) meretwe me- ara aah Mada, eh, mada (I dey p-f and pass, I dey do my thing) Number One
Writer(s): John Dosunmu-mensah, Wendy Asiamah Addo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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