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letra de ugaholic - rebel city

[verse 1: s.l.i.m]
uga, uga, ah
ugaholic, i’m a ugaholic (ugaholic)
am addicted to my country cause its so lit (cause its so lit)
do you know it? do you even know it? (yeah, yeah)
it’s the only place where i feel important (that’s right)
u-g got so many pretty girls (yeah)
but majority will hit you where it really hurts (woo)
they be changing their hearts in these city clubs (yeah)
geddit change hearts, with the clubs (matatu)
yeah, mix waragi with a bit of soda (skrr)
we don’t end the night if we’re still sober (nah nah)
yeah, traffic jam i just use a boda to see my fine -ss girl, “my fabiola” (she’s fine)
all ma n-gg-s independent, 9th october (that’s right)
the president been in power since he was soldier (86)
but i take positives from the negatives
i love uganda, i don’t think i ever wanna leave

[hook: raf hendrix & s.l.i.m]
my country, u-g
pretty women everywhere i go, you see
no place like, u-g
no place like, no place like
my country, u-g
pretty women everywhere i go, you see
no place like, u-g
no place like, no place like

[chorus: oduru]
no place like home, no place like home
no place like home, yeah, yeah
no place like home, no place like home
no place like home, yeah, yeah

[verse 2: hickey, (s.l.i.m)]
yeah, u-g
man isn’t life so funny out in u-g (yeah)
got all these b-tches, knees u-g
she came around 4am from panamera (h-rny)
high heels thin waist with my “nyanya mbisi” (rolex)
i mean these things we do for love sorta make me dizzy (h-rny)
i mean these things she did for me sorta make me uzi (she’s fine)
blood clot, blood clot gunshot (poof)
yeah, and if you really wanna party with a jiggy n-gg-
madaf-cker don’t come petty with the fatty meaty
treaty ugaholic pan deh (yeah)
yeah (yeah) , again (ah)
yeah, and if you really wanna party with a jiggy n-gg-
madaf-cker don’t come petty with the fatty meaty
treaty ugaholic pan deh
blood clot

[chorus: oduru]
no place like home, no place like home
no place like home, yeah, yeah
no place like home, no place like home
no place like home, yeah, yeah

[verse 3: raf hendrix]
i was born, i was raised in the country (in the country)
pretty women drop it on me like jumanji (yeah)
rebel city, we gon’ show you what it is (what it is)
got gorillas, been cutting at the crib (cribs)
ah, s.l.i.m and me rolling backwards (backwards)
brand status slap my name shook, d-mn
aye, counting money like am ace hood (ace hood)
aye, keep it jumping in my own hood (u-g)

- rebel city

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