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AKA - Fully In
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AKA
AKA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tumelo Thandokuhle Mathebula
Tumelo Thandokuhle Mathebula
Songwriter
Yanga Ntshakaza
Yanga Ntshakaza
Songwriter
Kiernan Jarryd Forbes
Kiernan Jarryd Forbes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tumelo Thandokuhle Mathebula
Tumelo Thandokuhle Mathebula
Producer

Lyrics

Pardon me for the drama I put niggas through trauma Couldn't penetrate the armour Now they drinking sugar water Death or dishonour Head shots to this on like can't stop when I own the sweatshop Sauna Blood clot, Lawyers Everybody gotta have a dream I could probably get some diamond teeth If I ever meet Ben Baller TKZee, family Start a fight with Floyd Halloween (trick or treat) Thats guaranteed shibobo We ain't suppose to be on magazines None of this shit was normal Started jacking up for overseas Pretty queen baby oil Niggas gon be niggas, bitches won't be loyal Contracts 7 figures- Time piece like water! Sexy ngiya-understand-ah I'm in the section I'm flexing You pay attention. I pay my taxes Bando, you hold the candle Monna, relaxa My stature too international You flying Mango Your baggage goes to Cabanas I'm at the Palace Jacuzzi She finna use me Orange juice me Bad and boujee Lil Uzi confuse me Take off my Gucci, take off my jewlery School me I put this on my mama Pussy niggas all up in ma face like balaclava What's a Rand to a Dollar? Is you gon' dala what you holla? Big boys... don't cry Try to work in my shoe size, it's too tight Numbers don't lie Lightening, ganja, more fire Fully in, fully in Fully in, fully in Fully in, in the gym Fully in, fully in Bullet proof in a Benz Philipp Plein, hundred M's Out the roof, shoot to kill, Bheki Cele I'm fucking bad Body bags, body bags Money bags, money bags Fully in, fully in Fully in, in the gym Bullet proof in a Benz Philipp Plein, hundred M's Out the roof, shoot to kill, Bheki Cele, Bheki Cele Say my name, or write it down Sunday morning, til we tie it down How many commas in my account? I walk in the Louis and buy it out I told my mama I would buy a house I guess I'm the father figure now You Mickey Mouse, in the clouds Who's K now? Who's Jigga now? 'Cause Reebok paid the big amount They be lining up when the shit is out What's up with your boy? What's that shit about? Monday to Monday, t-shirts are selling out My niggas online, but you out of data, huh? This ain't no regular cult, I'm rocking Virgil Abloh Niggas finna get the Lampek, pull up on Marilyn Monroe Niggas asking where your hands at, Phillip Ndou My closet full of couture, your closet full of manure In the club tryna make peace, Christall for my enemies 2018, that's a lame beef When you focus your energy on the basics Salaries, payslips You ain't shit without family They gon' hold you down like gravity Spaceship, eagle eye Doors up like butterfly Patience, all my dogs stunt, 101 Dalmatians Black and white, keep an open mind Harry Oppenheimer, that's paper They been doing it from wayza With the free born Masons Outta Stellenbosch with the laces Eyes closed, shooting free throws like the Lakers Swish, swish, swish, 2 points Swish, swish, swish, 3 points, oh boy Big boys... don't cry Try to work in my shoe size, it's too tight Numbers don't lie Lightening, ganja, more fire Fully in, fully in Fully in, fully in Fully in, in the gym Fully in, fully in Bullet proof in a Benz Philipp Plein, hundred M's Out the roof, shoot to kill, Bheki Cele I'm fucking bad Body bags, body bags Money bags, money bags Fully in, fully in Fully in, in the gym Bullet proof in a Benz Philipp Plein, hundred M's Out the roof, shoot to kill, Bheki Cele, Bheki Cele
Writer(s): Tumelo Thandokuhle Mathebula, Kiernan Jarryd Forbes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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