Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chikontwe Chinga
Songwriter:in
Cyril Zwakele Hlabangane
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
David Kgoele
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Ey, Tsena kasi
Ke Tshwere ngane engwe gae kgonagale
Nthome gape, ke skimile mapara le mavandalizer
Ten toes down stay 1000 til the afterlife
Your girl star struck I pulled up on her left her paralyzed
Parodies, you catching feelings need a pair of deez
Apparently, heard you might need a seat coz you can't stand to see it
These **** funny style, they praying that I dumb it down
I'm back on another sound, like bitch how you like me now
Jo ase selo
Dankie mali ntwana dankie mpilo
U'thand' izinto, you can't get a grip sengathi ubambe'intsipho
Hate me now, you clowning in circles I ain't playing round
Ain't a threat, I say it with my chest it's just the way it sounds
Baby please, tell your mans he needs to take it easy
Coz he that **** for the day I'm that like every season
Best believe him, it ain't no capping it's just all facts
Chasing tall racks, Nasty widdit **** fall back
Yea, Nasty widdit **** fall back
Think you all that
Tryna stop me is a tall task
You know like I know
If you smoke like I smoke
I need mine, so decide
If you ride then we ride
I got flaws, I got hoes
You got dawgs, I got soul
You need that, come see that
Don't need that won't be that
You know like I know
If you smoke like I smoke
I need mine, so decide
If you ride then we ride
I got flaws, I got hoes
You got dawgs, I got soul
You need that, come see that
Don't need that won't be that
Umagalela mina ngeval ikleva
I hold my scrotum raping ka te reta
All you boys are really not a factor (maaan)
The pen game is on another chapter
I ain't thinking bookings I'm on production level
Ngena ngi shubis ke mesepa like an asshole
I Leave you strung out for thinking you could even dabble
I'm that dope shit oyishisayo ae dingi ukhezo
Ngi dingi umbedo
For how I lay a track, and how I eat rap song
My one year will eat a **** whole entire catalog
Man they know I'm that strong
I'm rapping facts shit you could put an oath on
She miss the sex soon as I put my clothes on
250 grams just to get my smoke on
They going off but it ain't real like a show gun
(Aaarch)
Written by: Chikontwe Chinga, Cyril Zwakele Hlabangane