Motherland (feat. Dibi Dobo & Wonda Wendy) Video (MV)
Performed By: Ish Sankara
Featuring: Hokube, Mike Mef
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Francisco Gbedjékan, Ismael Saba
Ish Sankara - Motherland (feat. Dibi Dobo & Wonda Wendy) Lyrics
My plane just landed in Burkina-Faso
Some call me 'The president', some call me Picasso
Pull up to the village in a Quattro, I'm so fresh
If you didn't know ask my connects
You heard about my background, think about my last name
You a fool if you thinking it's a rap name
Been around the world and I did it in a fast lane
I'm blowing up and I ain't even finish growing up
Set it off, yes, out of town shoes representing all my steps
Prove me that you hotter and I'm writing ya'll a check
Nope, prove me that you hotter 'cause I'm hotter than the rest so
They looking like Damn, where you got your outfit
I'm coming to America you ain't about shit
Feelin' like Eddy Murphy, walkin' on roses
Get into my way and I'ma part you, Moses
Tonight we doing everything big
We ain't poppin' champagne but everything big
Gather round the fire, tell stories to the kids
Crawl in to my tipi but I call this shit the crib
Fly than whoever, you can turn the bass up
We don't ever chase cash 'cause the money chase us
Every single summer puffin' haze in the motherland
I should send a jet to pick up Wayne and the Stunna man
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English
My plane just landed in Burkina-Faso
Some call me 'The president', some call me Picasso
Pull up to the village in a Quattro, I'm so fresh
If you didn't know ask my connects
You heard about my background, think about my last name
You a fool if you thinking it's a rap name
Been around the world and I did it in a fast lane
I'm blowing up and I ain't even finish growing up
Set it off, yes, out of town shoes representing all my steps
Prove me that you hotter and I'm writing ya'll a check
Nope, prove me that you hotter 'cause I'm hotter than the rest so
They looking like Damn, where you got your outfit
I'm coming to America you ain't about shit
Feelin' like Eddy Murphy, walkin' on roses
Get into my way and I'ma part you, Moses
Tonight we doing everything big
We ain't poppin' champagne but everything big
Gather round the fire, tell stories to the kids
Crawl in to my tipi but I call this shit the crib
Fly than whoever, you can turn the bass up
We don't ever chase cash 'cause the money chase us
Every single summer puffin' haze in the motherland
I should send a jet to pick up Wayne and the Stunna man
Some call me 'The president', some call me Picasso
Pull up to the village in a Quattro, I'm so fresh
If you didn't know ask my connects
You heard about my background, think about my last name
You a fool if you thinking it's a rap name
Been around the world and I did it in a fast lane
I'm blowing up and I ain't even finish growing up
Set it off, yes, out of town shoes representing all my steps
Prove me that you hotter and I'm writing ya'll a check
Nope, prove me that you hotter 'cause I'm hotter than the rest so
They looking like Damn, where you got your outfit
I'm coming to America you ain't about shit
Feelin' like Eddy Murphy, walkin' on roses
Get into my way and I'ma part you, Moses
Tonight we doing everything big
We ain't poppin' champagne but everything big
Gather round the fire, tell stories to the kids
Crawl in to my tipi but I call this shit the crib
Fly than whoever, you can turn the bass up
We don't ever chase cash 'cause the money chase us
Every single summer puffin' haze in the motherland
I should send a jet to pick up Wayne and the Stunna man
Writer: Francisco Gbedjékan, Ismael Saba
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Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid