Sore - Remix

Where my Gs, yeah
Oyn
Grrr, grrr (Tog)
Yeah (Coming)
Huh (Where my Gs)
Yo
I love Chris Rich (Yeah)
Grrr

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Yo On the ones and twos my bros
Youngbull comin' I'm dealin' with GOATS, yeah
Wonti aseɛ bra fie o
Gettin' my packs and buildin' my bones, yeah
On the road coming
Yi fa ho baako, mmienu, we coming
Youngbull threat, yeah, I'm killing your dummies
Wontumi nfa this dirt ɛnka me

Yeah, I'm on God
Wishing it great for my dawgs
Started with more but a few got lost, oh my God
Yaa na wa sorti me more
Firi hyɛasɛ, this pains got me lost
So I do am for the motherland
Got plans and another lot
Big stacks, big stacks
So I grind for a better land
Got wings, I go higher than niggas, I'm badder than, woah

African boy with the big drip (Big drip)
Yeah, I grind for the big pic (Big pic)
Told mom I ain't slack, I'm a big fish
Stay gee with the day ones, not this
Grr, spin that, spin that
Grind for the money not girls, no hoes
Came as a fool, then turn so gold
Mama, I made it, see how I'm gold

Ayy
Yeah, I'm making more, more
Yeah, I'm making more, more
Yeah, I'm making more, more
More, more
Yeah, I'm making more, more
Grrr

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Ɛyɛ hu (Like)

Big Mike on the remix
You don't live the life, you just dream it
Don't mind 'em boys, they don't mean it
If I slap your face, you're gonna feel it
Slide in the middle like Grealish
My next hit's bigger than my previous
Red lights looking all greenish
Fake niggas call me "Blood", I get squeamish

Ahhh
The boy's just way too bossy
Double platinum from Vossi
Five times double platinum, get 'em off me
Yeah
I'm a real foul yute like Joffrey
I am the king, nobody can't stop me
See when I get the job done that's, a'ight

I was coolin'
I was restin'
But this year and next year, I'm on a next thing
Master my flow and my style to perfection
Tell the truth and it sounds like I'm flexin'
Big Mike but my fam call me Junior
My bad, I shoulda pulled up sooner
Look in my eyes see Kwame Nkrumah
That's a real presidential black man

Real revolution starter
And I ball like the youts in Barça
Bare chest thing when I walk through Ghana
And I don't do beef, I do Karma
I swear we're the last ones left
The mandem love 'Kuff kaff kweff'
And anywhere I see you dons in the flesh
Just know that I can't let you go like Steff'

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Straight to the top
Why I go stop?
I started with zero (Started from nothin')
You see say I chock
But you still dey flop
It might be the ego

I take off my tee, now obia yi ni bibi
I think I'm a hero (Think I'm a hero)
R.I.P. Biggie
I'm learning from Diddy
You niggas be emo
Bad boy, they dey find me like Nemo

Back case
Money play, joo fuck games
If you get problem, just call me up
Why you dey move like a bad bitch?
I dey Bantama with savages
Dabrɔ, asɛ campaign
I'm eyeing the heavens, I pass space
In tough times, I dey smile still

Thug life, ten toes (ohh)
Nea onim pain, nsuro owuo (hmm)
Madwene mu pefee nea omo wish me
I wish it back tenfold
Me to kyɛ a, na ɛyɛ dough
Mo guy-guy, mo hyɛ kpo
I still no dey fuck with the other side
I still dey ride with my bros
For all of my niggas

Ayy
Yeah, I'm making more, more
Yeah, I'm making more, more
Yeah, I'm making more, more
More, more
Yeah, I'm making more, more
Grrr

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Writer(s): Yaw Tog
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