You did not want to be raised, while you were being raised
You must disrespect adults
Cut down on old age by pretending to care
When you have abandoned Fahima

Let go of your predecessors
When your tomorrow you do not know it will fall on you
You can clean up after yourself
And the Konde Gang came to sign

You are wrestling with a soldier
Who started the war your father
Greet the goalkeeper
Tell him even if he is waiting for the sango (We do not move Mbezi)

A song sung by Kajala
Dry and whisk
Acha papara aah wee
Naskia digs holes
You have nothing you buma food ah you

Love of Konde and Kajala
What about you bro wee
Even talking video call
With Paula but not her son

Come on in, take a look and enjoy yourself!
See detailed Chinga tunahit
Ah we started yesterday unstoppable
You have seen the Sound from Africa is inaudible, it has sounded

Things to bribe journalists
You are accustomed to knowing them
Even our Youtube when you click
We don’t know them, we know them

If you have talents, why are you jealous?
Let’s work and move forward
Like the talents you have, and you are confident
Of what now screaming

Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either
The reason is their magic, it’s their magic
Every day he promotes them
Today don’t miss the taste, ooh delicious ooh

Ah please go back to Fahima and take care of your son
Not for Mzee Abdul and Nasibu
Remember to abstain and do not forget your son
Later, take care of yourself so that you don’t feel embarrassed

Love of Konde and Kajala
What about you bro wee
Even talking video call
With Paula but not her son

Come on in, take a look and enjoy yourself!
See detailed Chinga tunahit
Ah we started yesterday unstoppable
You have seen the Sound from Africa is inaudible, it has sounded