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letra de kwacha [remix] - selasie

[intro: dex kwasi]

uhuh huh, yeah…
pour me some of that codeine
yeah yeah yeah yeah
it’s kwasi, half man, half amazing

[verse 1: dex kwasi]
you’re looking for the kwacha?
wey you come and holla
dada dex kwasi, nope i’m not the father
hottest ever out of, if you’re talking ghana
make i have dinero, need am by mañana
me & bra emma, we both eat your sister
e no dey on insta, she no tag the pictures
only cause i warn am, smoking california
but we out in teshie, searching for a victim
catch am then i slap am, kwashey for my balance
no wan hear no stories, you no be ananse
fire by my side, why you niggas lie?
why you wanna die? you just want a casket?
can’t be at your concert, if there’s no deposit
that’s for show promoters, waa dwen, wowɔ nyansa
boy you got it backwards, but i’m on the ganja
turn ya lights off, do you like mahama?
republic of the congo, in banana republic
in and out the country, with the loud and musty
banging on a bunny, shout my ancestors
i know they happy for me, know they proud of me
skating on the n1, police on a payroll
costing like diego, i can’t chill and see
man’s not united, livers in the pool
virgin sending nudes, this her premiere leak

[verse 2: haywaya]
da saafe, da raana, da daare (huh?!)
ina chikin neiman my money(huh?!)
ba ruwa na in da yakai
na do or die until i control it
wa zai, che zai raina ka if you get
hundred dollar bills in your pocket
nawa ko ka maare shi ka baashi kadan
ya gode maa and tell you forget it
if you cook your hustle well, yaa dafu
nigga yaa dafu
if money no be your priority, you a fool!
nigga you a fool!
nyunwa kudi ne abinda yasa
inna kaama beat nakai baata
kufadi ma mutumina selasie
kaman walai i dey k!ll for kwacha

[hook: drumroll]
we gon get that kwacha
we gon get that kwacha
we gon get that
we gon get that kwacha
we gon get that kwacha
we-we gon-gon
we gon get that dollar
we gon get that dollar
we gon, we gon
we gon get that cedi
we gon, we gon
we gon get that naira!

[verse 3: ko-jo cue]
cue!
bantama sani abacha
i’m stacking that money, that kwacha
from togo to benin, alata
these brothers be hungry but kasa
na ekum womo, kum womo
life just be chacha, me endwani kalo
me enhu omo, hu omo
countdown, it’s over! i’m ready to blow (blow!)
i’m popo, you no fit do foko
i’m counting my kobo
do numbers like lotto
joe, yolo, i ain’t tryna go broke
my mommy, i’m stacking for am, goro!

[verse 4: ozkha]
no nɔɔ ni haa ni jeñ bɔleɔ, bɛ ole omo?
kɛ obɛ tsei ɛ onane ji otsorne, otsorle otsɛñ
bemliñ ni nibiañ mli esɔ
ofieɔ miɔ tamɔ oya kɔ blɔ
ohiɔ nɔɔ shi anako bo po
tako shwɛ kraa fiɔ akɔnɔ
ehañ ni ehoo fiɔɔ amrɔ
biantɔnɛ no ji noni ji jrɔñ
obɛ dade okɛɛ kplotoo loo hañ didiñtrɔ
mini nɔɔ kɛ bei kɛ sumɔɔ baamɔ teñ
jee shika nkulɛ nibii komɛe ofeñ, nibii komɛe oheñ
ni onyɛ̃n ni ohiɛ gbejianɔ ko mɛñ that’s for sure
so, ma nigga go get the kwacha
quench your thirst then shun dey make dry p-ss savana
no cash you blast like china phone
no bro dey want see you for in circle or corner
your win slow, you irk at niggas who dey spend dough
did you send your flour to the baker or the florist?
you dey suck porridge, boys dey pour hennessy
them dey talk always, don’t act like you no dey see
if you jie your eye, why e fall from your pocket unnoticed
and oh it’s a shame heavy load hard to get over it
so we blow doja uplifting a sober brain
kwacha! kwacha! kwacha!

[hook: drumroll]

[verse 5: selasie]
i be young man with brain like machiavelli
you dey want this kwacha?
then, ma paddy you for be steady
cause life no dey look like how them make e seem for tele
you dey want this dollar?
stack up some more, even if you’re weary
focus on your dream, whip your cream
cake up cake up, no money, no cherry
in future you wan make your kiddie trip or turn dede ayew?
are you so lazy? then, you for wake up ma paddy
from your mat, get set, get ready
to make some kwacha like sark or abedi
(like sark or abedi)
(like sark or abedi)

[verse 6: wanlov]
kubɔlɔ!
just for the kishi
i turn to obishi
wey i dey make kwarshie
dey chop omɔ shishi
more money, more problems
more problems, less money
wonder if biggie smallie fit chop mɔmɔni
fffmm! that go be very smelly
diet am plus peanut b-tter plus some jelly
lack of the kwacha dey make latcha dey faa you
your vim make pachapacha like dem dey mua you
brown gavel, black robe, white wig, green judges
anas catch you like thief in some hedges
you wan use takashi try commot but no no
we dey hold you tight like some mosquito toto
are you a dead dwarf goat or dead red sokoto?
not kidding but kudi last night made her kotow

[hook: drumroll]

- selasie

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