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Papa Wahala (Remix)

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[male vocals] My

Papa

too

like

woman,

my

Papa

imitation

King

Solomon

in

the

holy

Bible. 22

wives

no

be

Ex,

The

Man

knows

how

to

shoot

and

score

I

sit

down

for

my

room,

I

dey

wonder

for

life.

My

papa

heavy,

e

get

twenty-two

wife.

My

mama

lucky,

she

be

number

twenty-one.

But

this

matter

wey

I

carry,

e

sweet

pass

all

one.

Sixty-six

children

inside

one

single

yard.

E

be

like

say

my

papa

dey

find

card.

Only

two

boys,

na

me

and

my

junior

bro.

Every

other

person,

na

girl,

no

be

so?

Omo!

My

papa

matter

e

pass

my

power.

Every

single

day,

the

man

dey

find

new

flower.

Twenty-two

wives,

he

still

dey

look

for

more.

Now

fifteen

more

women

carry

belle,

I

swear!

Chop

life!

My

papa

na

legend

for

this

zone!

Chop

life!

See

the

empire

wey

he

don

own!

Sixty-four

sisters,

the

house

dey

always

loud.

Every

time

we

gather,

we

dey

make

people

proud.

No

wahala

for

house,

we

dey

chop,

we

dey

play.

But

my

papa

energy,

e

dey

shock

me

every

day.

If

na

another

man,

e

for

don

retire

long

time.

But

my

papa

spirit,

e

still

dey

sharp

like

lime.

He

look

the

world,

he

say

e

no

dey

enough.

That

man

na

iron,

his

matter

dey

very

tough.

Omo!

My

papa

matter

e

pass

my

power.

Every

single

day,

the

man

dey

find

new

flower.

Twenty-two

wives,

he

still

dey

look

for

more.

Now

fifteen

more

women

carry

belle,

I

swear!

Chop

life!

My

papa

na

legend

for

this

zone!

Chop

life!

See

the

empire

wey

he

don

own!

Ah

ah!

The

street

dey

talk,

the

village

dey

stare.

People

dey

ask

me,

how

the

man

take

dey

dare?

I

tell

them

say

greatness

no

get

any

limit.

As

the

man

dey

plant,

he

dey

harvest

the

minute.

No

be

small

thing

to

be

king

of

the

clan.

Respect

to

the

ogbuefi,

the

real

highlife

man!

Omalicha!

See

the

blessing

wey

dey

flow.

Even

with

the

wahala,

we

dey

continue

to

grow.

No

matter

the

pressure,

we

keep

our

head

high.

My

papa

don

show

me,

man

must

surely

fly.

Fifteen

new

babies,

the

party

go

soon

start.

I

go

love

my

family

with

all

of

my

heart.

Because

for

this

life,

na

people

be

the

wealth.

I

go

celebrate

my

papa,

I

go

hail

him

self!

Omo!

My

papa

matter

e

pass

my

power.

Every

single

day,

the

man

dey

find

new

flower.

Twenty-two

wives,

he

still

dey

look

for

more.

Now

fifteen

more

women

carry

belle,

I

swear!

Chop

life!

My

papa

na

legend

for

this

zone!

Chop

life!

See

the

empire

wey

he

don

own!

Nna,

na

so

life

be!

Twenty-two

wives,

fifteen

more

for

road.

Chop

life!

My

papa

no

be

small

boy.

Legendary,

everyday!

Oya,

dance

small!

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