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MATTHEW OLUGBEMI
Who Born You Lyrics

Verse:
(S)tory, (S)tory o
I wan tell una(S)tory,
All: (S)tory, (S)tory
Open your ears, make you listen well well
All: (S)tory,(S)tory,

(S)tory, (S)tory o
I wan tell una (S)tory,
All: (S)tory, (S)tory
Open your eyes, make you shine am well well
All: (S)tory, (S)tory,

If lion born
All: Na lion he go born
If a rhino born
All: Na rhino he go born

If Southy born
All: Na Southy he go born
If Naija born
All: Na Naija he go born

Chorus:
Tell who born you, When you get born again
All: Baba God, Nkulunkulu
Who born you, when you are born of the Spirit
All: Baba God, Nkulunkulu
Who born you, when you are living by the word God
All: Baba God, Nkulunkulu
Who born you
All: Baba God, Nkulunkulu

Verse 2:
Britiko born britiko
Italo born italo
Latino born latino
Yankee born yankee
Since I don born again
I no be the same /2x
I no dey sick
All: no way
I no fit sick
All: no way
I no dey fail
All: no way
I no fit fail
All: no way
I no dey fear
All: no way
I no fit fear
All: no way
I no dey poor
All: no way
I no fit poor
All: no way

{Repeat chorus}
Bridge:
I’m a child of The King
I’m winning all the time
I’m a child of The King
I’m a born champion

PROMISE NIYI
Imela Lyrics

Imela
I look around all i see
Your grace and mercy
You give me blessings in everything that I do
Your outstretched arm Watchover me
I have seen your grace your mercy and i will sing
Imela Papa
Imela Eze
Imela imela
Tochukwu ooo
Imela Papa
Imela Eze
Imela imela
Tochukwu ooo
You are great in all the earth
We exalt in our
We bow down as we worship
Take all the glory
You’ve been so good to me
God of all the earth
The king of all we sing to you
Imela Papa
Imela Eze
Imela imela
Tochukwu ooo
Imela Papa
Imela Eze
Imela imela
Tochukwu ooo
Imela (imela) Imela (imela) Imela (imela) Imela (imela) Imela (imela)
Imela (imela) Imela (imela) Imela (imela)
Imela (imela) Imela (imela) Imela (imela) Imela (imela) Imela oo (imela)
Imela ooo (imela) Imela ooo (imela) (imela)
Imela (imela) Imela (imela) Imela (imela) Imela (imela) Imela (imela)
Imela (imela) Imela (imela) Imela (imela)
Tochukwu ooo Tochukwu ooo
Tochukwu ooo Tochukwu ooo
Imela Papa
Imela Eze
Imela imela
Tochukwu ooo
Imela Papa Tochukwu ooo

FARZIN JAVADI
Meine Liebe (my Love) Lyrics

Meine Augen sind auf
Und die Sonne scheint
So ist das Leben
Heute ist ein guter Tag

Alles ist bereit
Um dich wieder zu sehen
Um dich wieder zu fühlen
Lass uns in den Himmel gehen

Meine Liebe du bist alles und alles
Ich will dich immer haben
Will dich immer umarmen
Lass mich nie allein

Meine Liebe ich sehe nur dich
Das ist ja unendlich
Babe alles ist wirklich
Lass mich nie allein

Du weißt das Leben
Ohne dich hat keinen Sinn
Ohne dich heißt schmerzen
Ohne dich heißt nicht atmen

Alles ist bereit
Um dich wieder zu haben
Zusammen mit dir lachen
Und dann in den Himmel gehen

LORDE
Supercut Lyrics

In my head, I play a supercut of us
All the magic we gave off
All the love we had and lost

And in my head
The visions never stop
These ribbons wrap me up
But when I reach for you
There’s just a supercut

In your car, the radio up
In your car, the radio up
We keep trying to talk about us
I’m someone you maybe might love
I’ll be your quiet afternoon crush
Be your violent overnight rush
Make you crazy over my touch

But it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us
Oh, it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us

So I fall
Into continents and cars
All the stages and the stars
I turn all of it
To just a supercut

‘Cause in my head (in my head, I do everything right)
When you call (when you call, I’ll forgive and not fight)
Because ours are the moments I play in the dark
We were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart, uh

In your car, the radio up
In your car, the radio up
We keep trying to talk about us
Slow motion, I’m watching our love
I’ll be your quiet afternoon crush
Be your violent overnight rush
Make you crazy over my touch

But it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us
Oh, it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us
But it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us
Oh, it’s just a supercut of us
Supercut of us

‘Cause in my head
In my head, I do everything right
When you call I’ll forgive and not fight
All the moments I play in the dark
Wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart

‘Cause in my head (in my head, I do everything right)
When you call (when you call, I’ll forgive and not fight)
Because ours are the moments I play in the dark
We were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart

‘Cause in my head (in my head, I do everything right)
When you call (when you call, I’ll forgive and not fight)
Because ours are the moments I play in the dark
We were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart

In my head, I do everything right
In my head, I do everything right

YO GOTTI
Rake It Up Lyrics (feat. Mike Will Made-it & Nicki Minaj)

Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back

Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ f**k it up, f**k it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a f**king cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up