Princess (Kwesi Arthur's Version)

I take her namesake, straight to her namesake

She's my princess, that's my sensei

Enter bus go country side to view the estate

Cherry blossom, you be the template

I e catch me surprise

Seen so many girls and none of them be your size

Make we collabo girl I put my pride aside

I beat the P up fair and square I no dey tire I'm fortified, I nut inside

Steady hating on a youngins **** be like 45

Watch your kids chaley this shit is mortifying

I digress, excuse my high, me bɔ Tiller on spotify

She get whatever she want cos she so she’s so goddamn fly

Yaa Kwaaley, I’m falling

If I ever fault you hemaa I’m sorry

I don't need this to be perfect but it's worth it

So we fight, make up and fight again and fuck and then we try again

Brown girl Jane

Catch the fragrance off e neck I dey salivate

She no need no bbl in that Balmain

Yeah she balling, yeah she ballin

Get more bread than the ****

Forget Krept she be menace

She say one man fi the pumpum and Kwesi it's you, middle finger to these menners

I'm falling

If I ever fault you hemaa I'm sorry

I don't need this to be perfect but it's worth it

So we fight, make up and fight again and fuck and then we try again