Bibiara Beye Fine (BBF)

Wetin be mine make e never dey pass me oh Baba
Street ay3 shi oh nanso boys still dey hustle for the kwacha
My mama say she still dey pray for me
Ano fit give you no fake story
The way we dey survive na mystery
My borthers go tell you my history
Nti y3 fr3 wo ah ti3 y3n
Epon na lockie ah mese bu3 y3n
Nma ya tanfo re sri y3n Oh
The hustle for pay make we live well oh
Mese y3 fr3 wo ah ti3 y3n
Epon na lockie ah mese bu3 y3n
Nma ya tanfo re sri y3n Oh
The hustle for pay make we live well oh

Mese bibiara Beye fine
If you no get money next year you go confam oh
Bibiara Beye Fine
If you no blow this year next year underground too go blow
Bibiara Beye Fine
Wana blessings go loud e go worry the neighbours oh
Bibiara Beye Fine
God no go shame us oh
We dey grind way up to the apex

Boy from the ghetto
When I no get focco
Menya 1 cedi bia metwa lotto
If I never make I'm ano get nobody to blame
Ano fit give back with empty hands oh no
Notin I get nti fameye
Ni3 wo p3 nyina make you show me the way
Boys ananti aky3 we for fit to dey buy the private jet
I want to blow like dangote
Make I sing pass adeleke
Speed my blessings like keteke
As adey work make my Grace plenty
Nit Awurade boame
Agya Nyame boame oh
Make I carry first oh
Ano fit carry last oh baba

Mese bibiara Beye fine
If you no get money next year you go confam oh
Bibiara Beye Fine
If you no blow this year next year underground too go blow
Bibiara Beye Fine
Wana blessings go loud e go worry the neighbours oh
Bibiara Beye Fine
God no go shame us oh
We dey grind way up to the apex
Mese bibiara Beye fine
Bibiara Beye Fine
Bibiara Beye Fine
Bibiara Beye Fine
God no shame us oh We dey grind way up to the apex



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Writer(s): Jason Tord
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