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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kwesi Arthur
Kwesi Arthur
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kwesi Arthur
Kwesi Arthur
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Two Bars
Two Bars
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Word to my father his son is a problem
If somebody tests I go zombie
Daabi I don’t want no drama
Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only
Ɔhemaa she bad to the bone
Say she’s in love, leave me alone
Me no want heartbreaker
Fuck love, give me paper
[Verse 1]
Shawty dey like how I come up
Shawty dey fuck with the guy
Ɔse ɔbɛba for summer
Ɔbɛyɛ me kama men send me size
Baabi a yefiri no no love dey
Affection just be weird to me
I cut off my exes, I cut off my friends
Now them all just be dead to me
[Verse 2]
I don’t play no games
Real men don’t fear change
Grew up in the house of pain
Ghetto boy don’t fear shame
Heard I took an L, e be hearsay
I hear say **** dey try to take my spot and it’s funny
Chaley I grew up in Tema learning all the ropes so I never be dummy
[Chorus]
Word to my father his son is a problem
If somebody tests I go zombie
Daabi I don’t want no drama
Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only
Ɔhemaa she bad to the bone
Say she’s in love, leave me alone
Me no want heartbreaker
Fuck love, give me paper
[Chorus]
Word to my father his son is a problem
If somebody tests I go zombie
Daabi I don’t want no drama
Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only
Ɔhemaa she bad to the bone
Say she’s in love, leave me alone
Me no want heartbreaker
Fuck love, give me paper
[Verse 3]
Shine your eye, Accra we live in
Na obi anfa borla bird anyɛ wo chicken
I’m putting ma people on, it’s my religion
I leveled up, shit on all my competition ambition
Me be the link wey be missing
If I ever shoot my shot it’s with precision
**** go fuck with you for what you offer
They don't really love ya now make a decision
[Verse 4]
I don’t play no games
Real men don’t fear change
Grew up in the house of pain
Ghetto boy don’t fear shame
Ghetto boy
Ghetto boy get big aim
Ghetto boy dream, ghetto boy chase it
Ghetto boy, all my **** trap in the rain
If koti catch we then we don’t say names
[Chorus]
Word to my father his son is a problem
If somebody tests I go zombie
Daabi I don’t want no drama
Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only
Ɔhemaa she bad to the bone
Say she’s in love, leave me alone
Me no want heartbreaker
Fuck love, give me paper
[Chorus]
Word to my father his son is a problem
If somebody tests I go zombie
Daabi I don’t want no drama
Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only
Ɔhemaa she bad to the bone
Say she’s in love, leave me alone
Me no want heartbreaker
Fuck love, give me paper
[Outro]
Fuck love, give me paper
Fuck love, give me paper
Written by: Godfred Owusu Boateng, Kwesi Arthur
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