Won Nye Nyame Lyrics

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