Who's da man

Who, who yeah, come on

No one kicks the football like the one
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
When you wake up, he's on the run
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
His own style has made him rich
Zlatan Ibrahimovic

He was raised in a poor part of town called Rosenfarm
It's a place where people fight to survive
Everyone saw that little boy was a special one
He looked in your eyes
And gave you a smile
And fooled you all for a while
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

No one kicks the football like the one
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
When you wake up, he's on the run
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
His own style has made him rich
Zlatan Ibrahimovic

I wanna see you again and again
You my magic friend
I had a dream of playing together with you
Bad people say, all of your magic will fade away
Bullshit to me, a blind man could see
When you move on they are history
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

No one kicks the football like the one
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
When you wake up, he's on the run
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
His own style has made him rich
Zlatan Ibrahimovic

Who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan
I say, who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan
Who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan
I say, who's da man, Zlatan!...

No one kicks the football like the one
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
When you wake up, he's on the run
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
His own style has made him rich
Zlatan Ibrahimovic (no one)

No one kicks the football like the one
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
When you wake up, he's on the run
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
His own style has made him rich
Zlatan Ibrahimovic, yeah



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