Award-Winning rap icon, Kwesi Arthur serves us with his much anticipated single entitled Zombie”
Kwesi Arthur effortlessly showcases his versatility and lyrical dexterity on this awesome Hip-Hop jam. “Zombie” is inspired by Kwesi Arthur’s genuine encounters and encourages everybody, most particularly the youth to remain on their feet, battle and arrive at their objectives.
Kwesi Arthur blesses us with this single ahead of his self-hosted UK Concert “Live In New York” which comes off on November 20th at the Chelsea Music Hall.
LYRICS:
Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!
Word to my father his son is a problem
If somebody tests I go zombie
Daabi I don’t want no drama
Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only
Ohemaa she bad to the bone
Say she’s in love, leave me alone
Me no want heartbreaker
Fuck love, give me paper
Shorty dey like how I come up
Shorty dey fuck with the guy
)se )b3ba for summer, )b3y3 me kama
Men send me size
Baabi a yefri no no love dey
Affection just be weird to me
I cut off my exes, I cut off my friends
Now them all just be dead to me
I don’t play no games
Real men don’t fear change
Grew up in the house of pain
Ghetto boy don’t fear shame
Heard I took an L, e be hearsay
I hear say niggas dey try to take my spot and it’s funny
Chaley I grew up in Tema learning all the ropes so I never be dummy
Word to my father his son is a problem
If somebody tests I go zombie
Daabi I don’t want no drama
Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only
Ohemaa she bad to the bone
Say she’s in love, leave me alone
Me no want heartbreaker
Fuck love, give me paper
Word to my father his son is a problem
If somebody tests I go zombie
Daabi I don’t want no drama
Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only
Ohemaa she bad to the bone
Say she’s in love, leave me alone
Me no want heartbreaker
Fuck love, give me paper
Shine your eye, Accra we live in
Na obi anfa borla bird any3 wo chicken
I’m putting ma people on, it’s my religion
I leveled up, shit on all my competition
Ambition
Me be the link wey be missing
If I ever shoot my shot it’s with precision
Niggas go fuck with you for what you offer
They don’t really love ya
Now make a decision
I don’t play no games
Real men don’t fear change
Grew up in the house of pain
Ghetto boy don’t fear shame
Ghetto boy
Ghetto boy get big aim
Ghetto boy dream, ghetto boy chase it
Ghetto boy, all my niggas trap in the rain
If koti catch we then we don’t say names
Word to my father his son is a problem
If somebody tests I go zombie
Daabi I don’t want no drama
Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only
Ohemaa she bad to the bone
Say she’s in love, leave me alone
Me no want heartbreaker
Fuck love, give me paper
Word to my father his son is a problem
If somebody tests I go zombie
Daabi I don’t want no drama
Nti I dey the studio knocking hits only
Ohemaa she bad to the bone
Say she’s in love, leave me alone
Me no want heartbreaker
Fuck love, give me paper
Fuck love, give me paper
Fuck love, give me paper
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