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Yeah, uh Street no be joke oo (Nah) If you no get money, them no go rate you (Chale) Ahh, listen Empty out your pocket, make we see (See) Talk big, but your money no dey be (Nah) Boys dey grind, we dey stack this cheese (Woo) No free lunch, chale, pay your fees (Skrrt) Me, I come from the bottom, now we top-tier (Top-tier) No fake love, keep that far from here (Far) Cash no dey, then yawa go burst (Burst) So we hustle hard, make we do am first (First) If you no get, then you no go chop (No) If you slow, then you bound to flop (Flop) Life no fair, better stack your guap (Woo) When the bill come, no dey talk, just drop (Drop) Empty out your pocket, no dey hide (Nah) If you claim big man, make we vibe (Woo) Money talk, no be mouth we dey ride (Ride) No long talk, just show your side (Show me) Boys go laugh if you bluff for here (Haha) No credit talk, we dey count cash clear (Chale) Hustle no be beans, but we still prepare (Yeah) From the trenches, now we millionaire (Woo) Money long, no be luck, e be grind (Grind) No handouts, we dey stay on time (Time) So if you show up, no dey waste my shine (Nah) Empty out your pocket, make we see your mind (See your mind) Empty out your pocket, no dey hide (Nah) If you claim big man, make we vibe (Woo) Money talk, no be mouth we dey ride (Ride) No long talk, just show your side (Show me) Yeah, no dey fake am (Nah) If e be pressure, make you face am (Woo) Money loud, no dey trace am (Nah) If you broke, make you change am (Chale)

[Verse 1] Through mist and shadow, the old world sleeps, Where echoes whisper in halls so deep. Blades long broken, yet names remain, Etched in stone and sung in rain. [Pre-Chorus] O, hear the call of the silver horn, A kingdom lost, yet never mourned. The stars remember, the wind still sighs, A throne unclaimed in ashen skies. [Chorus] Rise, O warriors, wake from stone! The dawn still waits for kings unknown. Flames of vengeance, swords of light, Strike the heavens, end the night! [Verse 2] Beneath the mountain, a fire still glows, A heart of embers, a curse bestows. The dragon’s shadow, the lich’s hand, Dark oaths sworn in shattered lands. [Pre-Chorus] O, hear the song of the crimson tide, A fate once forged, a fate denied. Through blood and sorrow, through storm and steel, The wheel still turns, the wounds must heal. [Chorus] Rise, O warriors, wake from stone! The dawn still waits for kings unknown. Flames of vengeance, swords of light, Strike the heavens, end the night! [Bridge] (Soft and haunting, then building) Ghosts of heroes call our names, From burning fields to frozen plains. One last battle, one last breath, To break the chains and banish death! [Final Chorus] Rise, O warriors, wake from stone! The dawn still waits for kings unknown. Flames of vengeance, swords of light, Strike the heavens, end the night! [Outro] (Fading into legend) And when the song fades into time, Their names will live in whispered rhyme. For those who stand, though hope be thin, The age of heroes comes again.

Verse 1: Ooh… Baby, nuvvu vellipoyaka, Na hrudayam still waiting for ya… Nijam anukunna prema motham, Oka kalalani maripoyinda? Ooh… Baby, after you left, My heart is still waiting for ya… The love I thought was real, Did it just turn into a dream? Chorus: Nuvvu leni loka, lonely ga undi, Neekem ayina, naaku endukila? Memories antha delete cheyali, Kaani heart lo full ga padipoyavi… A world without you feels so lonely, Maybe you're fine, but why am I not? I should delete all our memories, But you've sunk deep in my heart… Verse 2: Insta lo pics chusthunte, Mood mathram damage ayindi… Status lo “moving on” rasthe, Heart lo storm ravali enduku? Looking at your pics on Insta, My mood just got ruined… You post “moving on” as your status, But why does a storm hit my heart? Bridge: Ey… Love ante yedho game ah? Feelings anni fake ah? Naa manasuki block option ledu, Kaani ipudu undali reset mode lo… Hey… Was love just a game? Were all the feelings fake? My heart has no block option, But now it needs a reset mode… Outro: Bye… Bye… Neekosam eduruchusanu, Kani nuvvu matram thirigi raledu… Now, it's time to say goodbye, Though my heart never wanted to…

**Куплет 1:** На углу Сенной и Трубной, Где рассветы купаются золотые, Будто ангел с горящей свечой, Иося хлеб выпекает с душой. Синий халат, и усов — пламя, Бороды рыжей колосья вьются, А в руках его тесто словно оживает. Ароматом ванили жизнь наполняет! **Припев:** Кренделёчки, булочки — Для моей дочки Любочки! Аромат пшеничный наружу стремится, С Каждым караваем сердце беседует. У Иоси не просто хлеб выпекается — Там с мечтою душа встречается. Кто зайдёт — счастья вкус обретёт! **Куплет 2:** Старушки — за чёрным хлебом, Дети — за сладким рогаликом. Студенты, спешат с позаранку, Чтоб крендель горячий купить. «Чем себя изволите порадовать?» — Улыбается Иося, как солнце. Метель, и зимний холод отступают, Если пекарь и его улыбка вас встречают! **Припев:** Кренделёчки, булочки — Для моей дочки Любочки! Аромат пшеничный наружу стремится, С Каждым караваем сердце беседует. У Иоси не просто хлеб выпекается — Там с мечтою душа встречается. Кто зайдёт — счастья вкус обретёт! **Бридж:** Зимней ночью, вьюгой белой, Он чай подал, чтоб сердце грело. «Это вам — от Любочки моей!» — Слово доброе стужи сильней. И теперь весь город знает: Хлеб его — как объятья полей, В каждом батоне прячется частица Той любви, что хватит всем сторицей! **Припев (x2):** Кренделёчки, булочки — Для моей дочки Любочки! Аромат пшеничный наружу стремится, С Каждым караваем сердце беседует. У Иоси не просто хлеб выпекается — Там с мечтою душа встречается. Кто зайдёт — счастья вкус обретёт! **Финал:** А над Харьковом купаются рассветы Звон колокольчика слышен где-то... Иося у печи и грохочет смех, Радости и вкуса хватит на всех! И звучит, как эхо счастья, Песня, что поёт Любочка: «Папа, любит тебя вся улица!» И смеётся в облаках зарница!

Intro (Instrumental): (Whistle melody dances over log drums, building energy) Verse 1 (Naija Pidgin): Omo, na so we dey roll—no time for wahala… Gucci on my shoulder, Amapiano dey burst collar! Island jam for my body, gbedu dey for my dollar… Moët in the air—na perfume for the hollers! Shawty dey whine like Lagos danfo on fire… Her nyash dey chat to the beat—e dey call my desire! Jet lag? No—na jet life we dey acquire… From Naija to Ibiza—vibes no dey retire! Chorus (Repetitive Hook): Yawa no dey, yawa no dey… 🔥*(x2)* Amapiano fire, we dey burn the club like oya! Yawa no dey, yawa no dey… Shake your bumbum, TikTok go carry am go viral! Instrumental Break: (Log drums dominate, whistle riff spirals, crowd chants) Verse 2 (Short & Punchy): Money dey magnet, haters dey regret… Dancefloor dey scatter—na my sweat dey collect! Patek no need battery—my time dey connect… If you no know, abeg—go ask your internet! Chorus (Reprise): Yawa no dey, yawa no dey… Amapiano fire, we dey burn the club like oya! Yawa no dey, yawa no dey… Shake your bumbum, TikTok go carry am go viral! Bridge (Call & Response): Who dey bam?(Log drum hit)* —We dey bam!* Who dey whine?(Whistle flare)* —We dey whine!* Who dey ball?(Bass drop)* —We dey ball!* Naija no dey fall—we dey stand ten feet tall! Outro (Fade to Instrumental): (Whistle loops, log drums fade, crowd screams)

Intro (Instrumental): (Whistle melody dances over log drums, building energy) Verse 1 (Naija Pidgin): Omo, na so we dey roll—no time for wahala… Gucci on my shoulder, Amapiano dey burst collar! Island jam for my body, gbedu dey for my dollar… Moët in the air—na perfume for the hollers! Shawty dey whine like Lagos danfo on fire… Her nyash dey chat to the beat—e dey call my desire! Jet lag? No—na jet life we dey acquire… From Naija to Ibiza—vibes no dey retire! Chorus (Repetitive Hook): Yawa no dey, yawa no dey… 🔥*(x2)* Amapiano fire, we dey burn the club like oya! Yawa no dey, yawa no dey… Shake your bumbum, TikTok go carry am go viral! Instrumental Break: (Log drums dominate, whistle riff spirals, crowd chants) Verse 2 (Short & Punchy): Money dey magnet, haters dey regret… Dancefloor dey scatter—na my sweat dey collect! Patek no need battery—my time dey connect… If you no know, abeg—go ask your internet! Chorus (Reprise): Yawa no dey, yawa no dey… Amapiano fire, we dey burn the club like oya! Yawa no dey, yawa no dey… Shake your bumbum, TikTok go carry am go viral! Bridge (Call & Response): Who dey bam?(Log drum hit)* —We dey bam!* Who dey whine?(Whistle flare)* —We dey whine!* Who dey ball?(Bass drop)* —We dey ball!* Naija no dey fall—we dey stand ten feet tall! Outro (Fade to Instrumental): (Whistle loops, log drums fade, crowd screams)

(Amapiano log drums, soft piano keys, muted Afrobeat guitar riff) Ah-ah… Time dey go, but my money no dey finish! I just touch down, no visa—na private jet o! Lagos to Dubai, my swagger dey ginger them like pepper soup. Patek on my wrist, e dey tick-tock but my cash no dey kpakpa… Moët for my babes, pop am slow—na sugar for my kpako. Island breeze dey blow, shawty dey follow-follow… Whisper, “Baby, carry me go where sand dey touch your bumbum!” Jet life, no stress—we dey fly pass koboko… Stack dollars, no be Naira—na why my pocket full-full. Dem dey ask, “Why you dey flex?” I say, “Abeg, no stress!” Grind taya me before, but now my story sweet like Fanta… From Mushin to Malibu—na God dey run am! Money dey sing for my pocket—every day na Banger! Plenti-cool, plenti-cool… Time dey go, time dey go… but my money no dey finish! Shawty wine am, wine am… make the devil confess! Gucci on my body, Patek on my wrist—call me Oga Timekeeper! Shawty nyash like akpu—e dey shake like shaku-shaku… She bend am, roll am—make the DJ turn am to shakara! No time for kpangolo—she dey whine like Sade Adu… Champagne pour for her waist—na holy water! We no dey chase, money dey find us—na magnet… Haters dey wuruwuru—we dey bounce like lagos pothole! Roll igbo inside Benjamin—smoke am like Santorini… Sunrise dey catch me—sky na my new Bentley! Dem talk say, “Humble yourself!” I say, “Wetin I do? When my story dey moto, and my vibe na Guinness smooth… From mama put to Michelin—same hustle, new menu! Now I dey shine like Port Harcourt refinery! Plenti-cool, plenti-cool… Time dey go, time dey go… but my money no dey finish! Shawty wine am, wine am… make the devil confess! Gucci on my body, Patek on my wrist—call me Oga Timekeeper! (Piano fades, log drums bounce) E be like say… Patek no be wristwatch—na lifestyle!

Intro: (Amapiano log drums melt into Afrobeat horns) Artist (ad-lib): Ooh, yeah-yeah… Na the Big Man dey para! Verse 1: I just landed, private wing, no visa, Lagos to Havana, my drip got the fiends in a fever. Patek on my wrist, but time no fit measure my cheddar, Moët in my cup, sip slow—life sweet like suya. Island breeze in my hair, shawty say she wanna be there, Whisper, “Baby, meet me where the waves kiss the equator.” Jet life, no cabin pressure—we higher than ever, Stackin’ milli, no naira—🇳🇬to🇺🇸dollar. Pre-Chorus: Dem say, “Why you flashin’?” I say, “Why you askin’?” If the grind was a movie, mine’s Oscar-nominated. From the city to the cosmos—I done levitated, Now my money singin’ chorus—every note platinumated. Chorus (Hook): Badì badì—we dey flex on the regular! (Amapiano piano riff) Cash on cash, no debit—jet life, no competitor! Island vibes, shawty’s waist—make the devil say, “God forgive her!” Gucci on my body, Patek on my wrist—call me the Timepiece Killa! Verse 2 (Explicit): Shawty got that yansh like a double-barrel, She bend it over, make the Amapiano 🔊holler. No kiss-and-tell, but her tongue’s a storyteller, Champagne tears—she cried a pool in the cellar. We don’t chase, we attract—money magnet, Haters drownin’ in their sweat, we just laugh at the panic. Roll a blunt with a hundred—call it “cash aromatic,” Flyin’ east, sunrise—sky’s my new Atlantic. Bridge: Dem talk “humble”… but why? When the world know your name? I’m the flame in the dark, OG in the game. From the trenches to the penthouse—same pain, different chains, Now I’m winnin’ in a way make legends 🇳🇬dance in their graves. Chorus (Reprise): Badì badì—we dey flex on the regular! Cash on cash, no debit—jet life, no competitor! Island vibes, shawty’s waist—make the devil say, “God forgive her!” Gucci on my body, Patek on my wrist—call me the Timepiece Killa! Outro (Amapiano Drop): (Log drums, whistles, and ad-libs fade)

Intro: (Amapiano log drums, soft piano keys, and muted Afrobeat guitar riff) Artist (ad-lib, Naija accent): Ah-ah… Time dey go, but my money no dey finish! Verse 1 (Nigerian Pidgin): I just touch down, no visa—na private jet o! Lagos to Dubai, my swagger dey ginger them like pepper soup. Patek on my wrist, e dey tick-tock but my cash no dey kpakpa… Moët for my babes, pop am slow—na sugar for my kpako. Island breeze dey blow, shawty dey follow-follow… Whisper, “Baby, carry me go where sand dey touch your bumbum!” Jet life, no stress—we dey fly pass koboko… Stack dollars, no be Naira—na why my pocket full-full. Pre-Chorus (Melodic & Playful): Dem dey ask, “Why you dey flex?” I say, “Abeg, no stress!” Grind taya me before, but now my story sweet like Fanta… From Mushin to Malibu—na God dey run am! *Money dey sing for my pocket—every day na Banger! Chorus (Hook, Mr Eazi Flow): Plenti-cool, plenti-cool… 🕺🏾 (Amapiano piano riff) Time dey go, time dey go… but my money no dey finish! Shawty wine am, wine am… make the devil confess! Gucci on my body, Patek on my wrist—call me Oga Timekeeper! Verse 2 (Explicit/Naija Slang): Shawty nyash like akpu—e dey shake like shaku-shaku… She bend am, roll am—make the DJ turn am to shakara! No time for kpangolo—she dey whine like Sade Adu… Champagne pour for her waist—na holy water! We no dey chase, money dey find us—na magnet… Haters dey wuruwuru—we dey bounce like lagos pothole! Roll igbo inside Benjamin—smoke am like Santorini… Sunrise dey catch me—sky na my new Bentley! Bridge (Smooth & Reflective): Dem talk say, “Humble yourself!” I say, “Wetin I do? When my story dey moto, and my vibe na Guinness smooth… From mama put to Michelin—same hustle, new menu! Now I dey shine like Port Harcourt refinery! Chorus (Reprise): Plenti-cool, plenti-cool… Time dey go, time dey go… but my money no dey finish! Shawty wine am, wine am… make the devil confess! Gucci on my body, Patek on my wrist—call me Oga Timekeeper! Outro (Amapiano Drop + Naija Banter): (Piano fades, log drums bounce)

Intro: (Amapiano log drums melt into Afrobeat horns) Artist (ad-lib): Ooh, yeah-yeah… Na the Big Man dey para! Verse 1: I just landed, private wing, no visa, Lagos to Havana, my drip got the fiends in a fever. Patek on my wrist, but time no fit measure my cheddar, Moët in my cup, sip slow—life sweet like suya. Island breeze in my hair, shawty say she wanna be there, Whisper, “Baby, meet me where the waves kiss the equator.” Jet life, no cabin pressure—we higher than ever, Stackin’ milli, no naira—🇳🇬to🇺🇸dollar. Pre-Chorus: Dem say, “Why you flashin’?” I say, “Why you askin’?” If the grind was a movie, mine’s Oscar-nominated. From the city to the cosmos—I done levitated, Now my money singin’ chorus—every note platinumated. Chorus (Hook): Badì badì—we dey flex on the regular! (Amapiano piano riff) Cash on cash, no debit—jet life, no competitor! Island vibes, shawty’s waist—make the devil say, “God forgive her!” Gucci on my body, Patek on my wrist—call me the Timepiece Killa! Verse 2 (Explicit): Shawty got that yansh like a double-barrel, She bend it over, make the Amapiano 🔊holler. No kiss-and-tell, but her tongue’s a storyteller, Champagne tears—she cried a pool in the cellar. We don’t chase, we attract—money magnet, Haters drownin’ in their sweat, we just laugh at the panic. Roll a blunt with a hundred—call it “cash aromatic,” Flyin’ east, sunrise—sky’s my new Atlantic. Bridge: Dem talk “humble”… but why? When the world know your name? I’m the flame in the dark, OG in the game. From the trenches to the penthouse—same pain, different chains, Now I’m winnin’ in a way make legends 🇳🇬dance in their graves. Chorus (Reprise): Badì badì—we dey flex on the regular! Cash on cash, no debit—jet life, no competitor! Island vibes, shawty’s waist—make the devil say, “God forgive her!” Gucci on my body, Patek on my wrist—call me the Timepiece Killa! Outro (Amapiano Drop): (Log drums, whistles, and ad-libs fade)

chi ci sfida torna in rovina Nico che segna, Accio che spacca, Ivo che corre, la porta si stacca! Corti randella, Bozz è un muro, chi prova a passare lo prende nel culo! Non c’è partita, non c’è pietà, vi rimandiamo a casa divisi a metà! Oh oh oh, Costa Serina! Vi facciamo a pezzi prima di cena! Oh oh oh, Costa Serina! Vi sotterriamo nella farina! Botte, sudore, parole pesanti, qui comandiamo, voi siete dei fanti! Costa Serina, rabbia e veleno, chi ci affronta si sveglia sereno!

Intro (Pulsating synth arpeggio, log drum bounce, crowd roar) Male Vocal (filtered, hyped): “Welcome to Addis… Welcome to Addis… Let the city move your body!” (Amharic chop: “እንኳን!”—reverbed) Build-Up (Four-on-the-floor kick, shaker crescendo, synth risers) Vocal Chops (repeating): “Wel-come… Wel-come… Wel-come to Addis!” Drop (Bass explosion, swirling synths, Amapiano piano riff) Male Vocal (chanting): “WELCOME TO ADDIS! (x4) Feel the rhythm in your chest! WELCOME TO ADDIS! (x4) Dance until the sun comes west!” Verse 1 (Rhythmic Chant) (Sparse percussion, distorted sax loop) Male Vocal (call-and-response): “Addis nights don’t sleep… (Hey!) Addis lights don’t lie… (Hey!) Every step’s a prayer… (Hey!) To the saints on high!” Pre-Chorus (Vocal Chop Frenzy) (Rising synth plucks, vocal slices) “Wel-come! Wel-come! Wel-come to Addis!” (Amharic sample: “ደህና መጣህ!”—pitch-shifted) Drop 2 (Heavier bass, trap-style hi-hats, synth fireworks) Male Vocal (repeating): “WELCOME TO ADDIS! (x4) Bassline shakes the ground! WELCOME TO ADDIS! (x4) Lose yourself in the sound!” Breakdown (Ethio-Electronic Fusion) (Krar riff glitched-out, 808 drops, airy vocal pads) Ad-libs (whispered): “Addis… Addis… Addis Ababa… Your heartbeat’s our anthem…” Outro (Synth arpeggio fades, crowd chant loop) Male Vocal (echoed): “Welcome to Addis… Welcome to Addis… Welcome… Welcome… Welcome…”