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I'm 'bout to roll up some sticky Shit is very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very tricky Do the honours if the shoe fits Secure the bag, eh, eh We never run out of cash You speaking fana kalo I'm with bafana ba North Everytime we in the building feel like there's a million niggas tryna greet me Balling with all of my bros We did it all on our own Put me in charge of the cannabis My shit is louder than anybody's Choke on the power leave y'all niggas sour Kwangen' uNtshakaza kwaphel' ipati Pati, pati, pati, pati Feel like it's Abu dhabi, dhabi, dhabi Buz' abangani bami, if uz'tshela ngami then ibhadi, bhadi, bhadi I see the Golf 4 from the roof Lucky my Jordan 4 is shatterproof Bitches on all floors on the fourth floor getting more souls than a future That's what they fall for, that's the truth Hlalisa four-four in a coupe Even the north pole of a tjo-tjo I got more dough in the boot Bitches be shinning and getting by Shine like a diamond in Africa Killing north side I'm an animal Live like a rider fuck everybody Power shower like every hour sending out a shout out to the streets Yanga, Yanga, Yanga Chief Getting gouda in a beat I'm 'bout to roll up some sticky Shit is very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very tricky Do the honours if the shoe fits Secure the bag, eh, eh We never run out of cash You speaking fana kalo I'm with bafana ba north Everytime we in the building feel like there's a million niggas tryna greet me Balling with all of my bros We did it all on our own Shit so easy need a challenger Your days are numbered like a calender Wag 'n bietjie never halla back Top of the game like a running back I'm the freshest out the cool kids Shout out niggas from the pool pit Balaclava and a two key* I'll be dropping like a poopy Oh, ah fresh out the bed [?] for your fears Smoking jay in the benz Dodging traffic to walk in Ya, godfather soldier Dreadlock rasta Fresh out of Africa They know my shit in Jamaica Smoking with haitians Rasta man wayase now I am a baker Holla nigga get your cake up And I been dope since my water broke And I'mma do it till I'm 44 Graduated working 9 to 5 'bout to make a million nigga work it out I'm 'bout to roll up some sticky Shit is very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very tricky Do the honours if the shoe fits Secure the bag, eh, eh We never run out of cash You speaking fana kalo I'm with bafana ba north Everytime we in the building feel like there's a million niggas tryna greet me Balling with all of my bros We did it all on our own
Writer(s): Kiernan Jarryd Forbes, Yanga Ntshakaza, Benn Gilbert Kamoto Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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