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Whoa, Nzambe yo A tate nzambe wome yo Whoa, Nzambe yo Whoa A tate nzambe wome Baba Héléle, Yayato Niggas in danger I got like 50 bangers All my drums slams Different palate Your cause is not valid, Gotta be solid, focus on my ballets Heart of lion, the last of a dying This ain't no greed, don't celebrate paper, this for the beamers Elevate youth, they gotta be dreamers I am backstage, I give 'em game First beat on playstation Been on Myspace Best kept for a minute Half million checks, it's a new phase, been good for a minute I took a while, but now they familiar It's a slow grind, set up la familia Keep dreaming big That might be the Grammy year Celebrate blessings I'm feeling myself, i did it myself Feeling like flexing Feeling cocky today came from the bottom People stressing tell em we gotta plan Bruce wayne with the shades, gotham Batcave full of beats on demand Celebrate blessings I'm feeling myself, i did it myself Feeling like flexing Feeling cocky today came from the bottom People stressing tell em we gotta plan Bruce wayne with the shades, gotham Batcave full of beats on demand Back to back losing my pops MJ 45, gotta make the playoffs Family push me off, they thought i would fall, what you so afraid of All that shit really retarded, feeding my passion, every mic check Go Michael Jackson on them, checkout the wolf, the red on the jacket I pray you niggas get a check, hopes manifest Can't divide what god decided, I don't even know why y'all complain Could have been so much more than hate, but you can't go straight Soon as pop left y'all collided, but I Celebrate blessings I'm feeling myself, i did it myself Feeling like flexing Feeling cocky today came from the bottom People stressing tell em we gotta plan Bruce wayne with the shades, gotham Batcave full of beats on demand, yeah Celebrate blessings I'm feeling myself, i did it myself Feeling like flexing Feeling cocky today came from the bottom People stressing tell em we gotta plan Bruce wayne with the shades, gotham Batcave full of beats on demand, yeah Whoa, Nzambe yo A tate nzambe wome yo Whoa, Nzambe yo Whoa A tate nzambe wome Baba Héléle, Yayato
Writer(s): Abraham Pleah, James Bks, James Edjouma Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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