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Paper song lyrics by Sista Afia official

Paper is a song in indeterminate language

Eeehh eehhh hmmm yeah
Its Kid Nature on the beat
Oh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yea

Vector cD
Sista cfia
cs I dey wake up early in the morning
Very strong after yawning
I dey pray to Baba
Make he dey bless my hustle oh Baba
See I no want depend on anyone
I want make money on my own
See my hardwork alone
Make you dey bless my hustle oo Baba
Some people go slay, go fraud
But no want do all of the above ohh
Me my music is all I dey do
So bless me with hit upon hit
Some people go slay
Others go depend on their men for their success oo
But my trust is in you
Make you dey bless my hustle oo Baba
We dey hustle for the paper uh huh
Cedi and Dollar uh huh
Mama no born me with pikin
No be money don't call me later
Hustle for the paper uh huh
Cedi and Dollar uh huh
Mama no born me fool
Ino be money then call me later
Money is the root of evil
But poverty never go be option oo
cs I dey work for money
Make money alone go be my portion
We go dey wanna grind
We go hustle, go pay
We go count the money
Somebody go tell mum
Make she no cry
Make she smile for me
I go make am proud
I go make she go drive
For the Range and the Benz oo
cll I need be the strenght
So make Baba God to add me some sense
I say I go make am proud
I go make she go drive
For the Range and the Benz oo
cll I need be the strength
So make Baba God to add me some sense
Hustle for the paper uh huh
Cedi and Dollar uh huh
Mama no born me fool
Ino be money then call me later
So when you see me talking about this money
Wetin my eyes don see my brother
No dey change am for me
When you see me talking about the size of cars
Wetin my eyes don see my brother
No dey change am for me
Cause suffer wey I don suffer
Supposed get sense
cs you dey work hard
You supposed give sense
If them close all the gates
You supposed your sense
Ewurade bua me
Cause suffer wey I don suffer
Supposed get sense
cs you dey work hard
You supposed give sense
If them close all the gates
You supposed your sense
Ewurade bua me
Thank God, I dey look like
What I have been through
Dem dey wan give me things I no go fix you
But Baba God put am, Ewurade bua me
We dey Hustle for the paper uh huh
Cedi and Dollar uh huh
Mama no born me fool
Ino be money then call me later
Hustle for the paper uh huh
Cedi and Dollar uh huh
Mama no born me fool
Ino be money then call me later
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