No More Kpayor

Go go…4x

[Hook]
Bop your heads, see my ladies wave your hands/
See my homies sag your pants/
Mr. dee-jay make them dance/
A.S.E.M… aah-sem!!...

[Verse one]:
The more the haters, more papers//
Omo tenase bo ye honkomo, they debate us//
Planning and plotting, plotting agaist us//
Ever since we moved in they wanna vacate us//

Nanso wei nye mentor na ye evicte//
They thought I wouldn’t last omo adikan apredict//
Then I drop runaway, then I drop ringtone//
Them all start run away them see sey I be kingkong//

Chale I be too smart for your shallow thinking//
M’ayi wo suuliyah without my eyes blinking//
I’m shinning with a silver lining//
I don’t just rap there is a scheme to my rhyming//

The wait is over,//
No more wait on my shoulder//
I’m about to eefff you up bend over//
Africa’s very own hov, very own hova//

[Chorus]
I dey play better shows..// [No More Kpayor]
I’m paid see I’m getting more doe// [No More…
If you be pretty girl, chale give me blow// (No More…
This year skinny girls be the new pigaro// (No more…

[Verse two]:
You need to risk it to get the bisquit//
Me flow no be kye wo amia wo paa se papistic//
Afei na me be kyere mo se me ye artistic//
Me din no aka mmaa ano se lipstick//

Mo nhwe, barima bi a oye moffmoff//
Chale little skinny dude just wanna act tough//
Tinny ber sie, abuumo aloo rough//
I get dadabe flex chale you be low cost//

For the other squad, they don’t deserve to be mentioned//
Puss in boots craving for attention//
Cry babies waiting for detention//Crusading to attend my convention//
The wait is over// No more wait on my shoulder//
I’m about to eefff you up bend over//
Africa’s very own hov, very own hova//

[Chorus]:

[Hook]:

A.S.E.M…
Aahh-sem

[Verse three]:
I hang out with rock stars like Amakye Dede//
Otae tu me fo, ose nana take it easy//se wei mo deae omo nim aa ne bebirebe//
Wo de Asem di agoro a wo te wo gyegyiregye//

Me I get the bakery you are just a bread seller// cricts rate me they say I be best seller//
The more you dey hate me you dey give me energy//They all can't wait to recite my elegy//

The wait is over// No more wait on my shoulder// Am about to eeff you up bend over//
Africa’s very own hov, very own hava//

[Chorus]: