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Sista Afia – Paper Ft. Victor AD Lyrics

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Lyrics of Paper by Sista Afia featuring Victor AD.

 

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[Intro]

Eeehh eehhh hmmm yeah
Its Kidnature on the beat

Oh yeah (x3)
Vector AD
Sista Afia

[Verse 1: Sista Afia]

As 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 heat upon heat
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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2: Sista Afia]

Money is the root of evil
But poverty never go be option oo

As I dey work for money
Make money alone go be my portion
We go dey wanna ground

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
All I need be the strenght
So make Baba God to add me some sense

Asey…I go make am proud
I go make she go drive
For the Range and the Benz oo

All I need be the strenght
So make Baba God to add me some sense

[Chorus](X2)

Hustle for the paper uh huh
Cedi and Dollar uh huh

Mama no born me fool
Ino be money then call me later

[Verse 3:Victor AD]

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

[X2]

Cause suffer wey I don suffer
Supposed get sense
As you dey work hard
You supposed give sense

If them close all the gates
You supposed your sense
Ewurade bua me

Fine God, I dey look like
What I have been through
Dem dey wan give me things

I no go fit shoo
But Baba God put am
Ewurade bua me

(Repeat)

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

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