Kris Yubi - TELEMA Lyrics

If I flex on you
Then I'm gassing
Baby I know you
Like the way
She call me daddy
I call her mommy
I know she like the way
No contender oh
Me a general
I'm a star boy
Ojuelegba oh
Number one defender
Chancel Mbemba
I'm a block boy
Congo Telema
Aye
Toulemonde Telema
Aye
Bana bo Telema
Aye
Mandem Telema galdem Telema
This that Telema
Aye
Toulemonde Telema
Aye
Bana bo Telema
Aye
Mandem Telema galdem Telema
This that Telema
How you de bye bye me
You no see anything when you right by me
I sabi you de try find me girl
You know ain't no one like me
No madem fi do all the things I did
All the things I did
No wahala
I be di real Don Dada
Baby pana I feel like Tony Montana
Aye
Toulemonde Telema
Aye
Bana bo Telema
Aye
Mandem Telema galdem Telema
This that Telema
Aye
Aye
Toulemonde Telema
Aye
Bana bo Telema
Aye
Mandem Telema galdem Telema
This that Telema
What is oh remind em'
Don't you forget your designer
Look I spend it on you no problem
I know you Gucci but I got a Prada
Mixing the Henny with cider
Find me in streets of Kinshasa and Naija
Boy from the ghetto
This kinda man de play no cello
She go take my money
Honey I'm on it
Ride daddy like mommy
Telema
Aye
Toulemonde Telema
Aye
Bana bo Telema
Aye
Mandem Telema galdem Telema
This that Telema
Aye
Aye
Toulemonde Telema
Aye
Bana bo Telema
Aye
Mandem Telema galdem Telema
This that Telema
Aye
Aye
Toulemonde Telema
Aye
Bana bo Telema
Aye
Mandem Telema galdem Telema
This that Telema
Aye
Toulemonde Telema
Aye
Bana bo Telema
Aye
Mandem Telema galdem Telema
This that Telema