Papa Gyete - Won Nye Nyame

Ma atamfo nkan dza wo pɛ ooo
Ma atamfo nyɛ dza wo pɛ ooo
Ma atamfo nkan dza wo pɛ ooo
Ma atamfo nyɛ dza wo pɛ ooo
Wɔn yɛ Nyame, wɔn yɛ Nyame
Wonnya me
Wɔn yɛ Nyame, wonnya me
Wɔn yɛ Nyame, wonnya me
Wɔn yɛ Nyame, wɔn nyɛ Nyame
Ntsi wonnya me
Ɔtan no a dɔɔso
Naaso, Nyankopɔn ɔso
Mara so, me dze werɛ nyina ahwɛ ne mu
Osande nyimpa dzi ɔbɛye wo ama
Wore tan me no na moro tu mpon
Moro too pon
Me nyi mbre
Hwɛ me enyiwa aber
Me bua medaakye hwɛ wa ber
Hwɛ wa ber
Wore tu me eduro
Medase wore boa ma mtsi mpɔ
Wora woenyiwa tua
Self intoxicated, no hon aboow no
Wa gye largactil no hon agoow no
Why dɛ me re haw ma ho
Ɔnye awo na ɛbɛ buatsɛn
Ɛbɛ buatsɛn
Why dɛ me re haw ma ho
Ɔnye awo na ɛbɛ buatsɛn
Kyirɛ m'kɔ kan
Ma atamfo nkan dza wo pɛ ooo
Aeeii, Wɔn yɛ Nyame
Ma atamfo nyɛ dza wo pɛ ooo
Aeeii, Wɔn yɛ Nyame
Ma atamfo nkan dza wo pɛ ooo
Aeeii, Wɔn yɛ Nyame
Ma atamfo nyɛ dza wo pɛ ooo
Aeeii, Wɔn yɛ Nyame
Wɔn yɛ Nyame, wonnya me
Wɔn yɛ Nyame, wonnya me
Wɔn yɛ Nyame, wɔn yɛ Nyame
Wonnya me, wɔn yɛ Nyame
Wɔn yɛ Nyame ntsi wonnya me
Me yeyɛ yɛ wo ntam kesi
Sunsum mo tailors wore susu bɔn
Wokɔ do Nyame bɛ pa hon tam
Wo yɛ dɛ ma wodzi wo honnyi
Twiaa, adwen fi ara twem
Ɔhwɛ mo ara n'hwe adze
Ɔpɛdɛ ɔtwem,abowa nyatwum
Kɔ hwɛ etu aa w'tu ama, Kakraka be
Nyinkun aa wore twe, nɛmenɛme
Mbo, ɛtu wo nda kɔ na kɔdam
Anamɔn bɔn no, kɔ fa mu
Etu eduro bɔn aa ebi ka wo ano
W'ara bo nom
Why dɛ me re haw ma ho
Ɔnye awo na ɛbɛ buatsɛn
Ɛbɛ buatsɛn
Why dɛ me re haw ma ho
Ɔnye awo na ɛbɛ buatsɛn
Kyirɛ m'kɔ kan
Ma atamfo nkan dza wo pɛ ooo
Aeeii, Wɔn yɛ Nyame
Ma atamfo nyɛ dza wo pɛ ooo
Aeeii, Wɔn yɛ Nyame
Ma atamfo nkan dza wo pɛ ooo
Aeeii, Wɔn yɛ Nyame
Ma atamfo nyɛ dza wo pɛ ooo
Aeeii, Wɔn yɛ Nyame
Wɔn yɛ Nyame
My life dey like some new Js
Haters Get in line dɛm dey wait for the drop
Well keep waiting Suckers my brand is on point
And in this case, I wish I could say
I hate to disappoint but I ain't
And so it is what it is
Till it ain't
Greater are my later days, far from a saint
In tune with God so the chatterbox faint
How you fitting to beat me with Him in the paint
Agh agh Dikembe Mutombo
Nyame Egya, Ɔba, Homhom Krɔnkrɔn, my fam and I
A lethal combo, a lethal combo
I shot it way off they laughed
God to the assist
Alleyoop in your face
Check the stats, I got me an assist
When you gonna get it
I win either way
Blame it on favor I heard it ain't fair
This is life Not a contest
Why you stressing brah
Take a rest
He who laughs last laughs best
Ooowoo Ooowoo oh oh oh oh
Ooowoo Ooowoo oh oh oh oh
Ooowoo Ooowoo oh oh oh oh
Ooowoo Ooowoo oh oh oh oh
Wɔn yɛ Nyame, wɔn yɛ Nyame
Wɔn yɛ Nyame, wɔn yɛ Nyame
Wɔn yɛ Nyame, wɔn yɛ Nyame
Wɔn yɛ Nyame, wɔn yɛ Nyame
Ooowoo Ooowoo oh oh oh oh
Ooowoo Ooowoo oh oh oh oh
Ooowoo Ooowoo oh oh oh oh
Ooowoo Ooowoo oh oh oh oh
Wonnya me

Written by:
Charles Williams

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