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PERFORMING ARTISTS
AKA
AKA
Vocals
Kwesta
Kwesta
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Senzo Mfundi Vilakazi
Senzo Mfundi Vilakazi
Songwriter
Ntokozo Mazibuko
Ntokozo Mazibuko
Songwriter
Kiernan Jarryd Forbes
Kiernan Jarryd Forbes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ntokozo Mazibuko
Ntokozo Mazibuko
Producer

Lyrics

Run that ting back boy Run it Fuck boy better get out the way I'm too connected too well respected Bitches hanging up all my posters with the prestik If I do like I'm supposed to it's expected Please don't bother me for a photo Buy the guest list Yeses Take it back to the essence TDK cassette shit Still up with that shit Oh yeah I'm talking way back Way back when English or Vernac was still a question I'm the one they aim at We don't pay the same tax Don't stay in the same flats We aint in the building Rappers in the whack place Niggas got bad taste Tryna give me handshakes I don't overfill them Champagne give me toothache Bruce Wayne in the Coupe You niggas trapping on a Tuesday I hit the stew and hit the Duvet Birds eye point of view So high Gorilla glue North side Chilling in the pool Tropika So smooth To the niggas out stylin' Profilin Limosine riding Jet flyin Cash stealing We in the deal I can't believe it Bitch niggas catch feelings Drop top No ceiling Top spot No seating Can you feel it (yebo) We don't catch feelings (hell no) If you a bloodclot stay in your lane Rudeboy better get out my way If I get a clean shot I go blow out your brain Treat me like Magriza Put you on the game I done suffered for the cause Summer after summer I put numbers on the board Damn, am I the only rapper with the balls? To say I don't really give a fuck about awards? All I ever wanted was applause All you ever wanted was a Porsche I'm rocking stunners You wouldn't cava in the mall You Stevie wonder when the zaka is involved Greedy with the arms Feed you water on the lawns Dripping sauce that's cheese parmesan I don't fuck with broads I just feed it to my dogs 20 Jager bombs got you reaching for the stars, yeah I'm trying to be honest Niggas in the game treat me like I'm a target Go ahead put the blame on me I'm the same OG Ijust made more cheese I was at the SAMAs in the nosebleed seats Fast forward 2 years I ain't wrote no speech Got a plaque plaque by my old PC Now I'm finna count racks like I'm Motsepe To the niggas out stylin' Profilin Limosine riding Jet flyin Cash stealing We in the deal I can't believe it Bitch niggas catch feelings Drop top No ceiling Top spot No seating Can you feel it (yebo) We don't catch feelings (hell no) If you a bloodclot stay in your lane Rudeboy better get out my way If I get a clean shot I go blow out your brain Treat me like Magriza Put you on the game Ten year veteran The best, that's evident Even as a freshman I deaded them But then again these gentlemen I light Thomas Edison Boy I got plenty rings Had to give one to this hot melanin It ain't a thing I came from Buddabing So Will Smith never taught me what independence is I'm from the era of the genesis Designer raps, fuck your measurements Som tshela uSis to tell you what a fetish is So I can finesse it and finish it at the Radisson Boy I make pretty money Handsome to my people Now ain't a nigga ugly? Anisebahle That's word from some big account Used to roll a whole fucking bank And get high as Orion's belt And now we roll up to the fucking bank It's all green on both sides of the fence Eish To the niggas out stylin' Profilin Limosine riding Jet flyin Cash stealing We in the deal I can't believe it Bitch niggas catch feelings Drop top No ceiling Top spot No seating Can you feel it (yebo) We don't catch feelings (hell no) If you a bloodclot stay in your lane Rudeboy better get out my way If I get a clean shot I go blow out your brain Treat me like Magriza Put you on the game
Writer(s): Kiernan Jarryd Forbes, Ntokozo Mazibuko, Senzo Mfundi Vilakazi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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