Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Saucy Di Ablo
Künstler:in
J Zwiede
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
James Jabulani Mngoma
Komponist:in
Mlungisi Sbongiseni Shange
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Curlic Magic
Produzent:in
Swelihle
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
Holly shit, my shit holy hot, 100 degrees (Yeah!)
Put my shit, in rotation 360 degrees (Yeah!)
I can't hold these Horses they be 500 like Stizz (Yeah!)
We ain't touching no breaks (Yeah!)
Put my foot on the gas(Yeah!)
Holly shit, my shit holy hot, 100 degrees (Yeah!)
Put my shit, in rotation 360 degrees (Yeah!)
I can't hold these Horses they be 500 like Stizz (Yeah!)
We ain't touching no breaks (Yeah!)
Put my foot on the gas(Yeah!)
Taking over, over taking (Yeah!)
We ain't touching no brakes, here!
Gas up, Gas up, We ELEVATE!
They put me in front of a gas, here!
How do I supposed to breathe?
Mask off my face Let me breathe!
Black lives matter Let it be!
Black child, panther Let Me see
(Nah Let me - C!)
You must've fallen in your pit (Yeah!)
We ain't digging no graves here!
Heard you said you got guts (Here!)
We just begging your braveness!
Heard she said she wanna work (Here!)
We ain't making no slaves here
Hundred degrees, you ain't stupid like me!
You ain't shooting like me!
Pow-pow-pow-pow!
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
(I'm laughing at ya!)
Holly shit, my shit holy hot, 100 degrees (Yeah!)
Put my shit, in rotation 360 degrees (Yeah!)
I can't hold these Horses they be 500 like Stizz (Yeah!)
We ain't touching no breaks (Yeah!)
Put my foot on the gas(Yeah!)
Holly shit, my shit holy hot, 100 degrees (Yeah!)
Put my shit, in rotation 360 degrees (Yeah!)
I can't hold these Horses they be 500 like Stizz (Yeah!)
We ain't touching no breaks (Yeah!)
Put my foot on the gas(Yeah!)
I just peddle on peddle from zero degrees to hundred degrees
It settled (Circles!)
Put my foot on gas to a 1000 degrees, I gas up
Big foot on it and these bars on steroids
Ma Nigga it settled
I'm able to make this city go drip like Rango
Take this game reconnect it soul with a cable
Make it stable
Monumental I don't tell no fables
Ask my sons, they are going to tell you
My walk is peaceful it's Buddha
All of my sons, call me Buddha!
I don't just walk I maneuver!
Get it right through your medulla
I ain't just a match
I'm more then a Fucking best suitor
No step be sounding like so and so
F'ing the game, karma suture
Holly shit, my shit holy hot, 100 degrees (Yeah!)
Put my shit, in rotation 360 degrees (Yeah!)
I can't hold these Horses they be 500 like Stizz (Yeah!)
We ain't touching no breaks (Yeah!)
Put my foot on the gas(Yeah!)
Holly shit, my shit holy hot, 100 degrees (Yeah!)
Put my shit, in rotation 360 degrees (Yeah!)
I can't hold these Horses they be 500 like Stizz (Yeah!)
We ain't touching no breaks (Yeah!)
Put my foot on the gas(Yeah!)
It's the Survival Of The Fittest
This one is not the snippet
But arrival of the picket
Fast catching I'm not the quickest
These are bars that you can lean on
I see it through, like it's on the leno (Uh!)
(It's on the linen, lean on, leno, Ah huh!)
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