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Sihle Sithole
Sihle Sithole
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Isaiah Nkhalo Zuza
Isaiah Nkhalo Zuza
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Ooh Yah, yah-yah Yah Ooh, ye, ye, ye Came with the gas I'm litty In love with money and ass and titties, ye I'm with the fashion shit, I'ma give it away if the swag ain't fittin' I'm goin' way up and it's past the limit But I came with the heat and I'm on, I kill it, ye Laugh to the bank like they told me a joke Get to the trap make it jump like a toad Came with the gas I'm litty In love with money and ass and titties, ye I'm with the fashion shit, I'ma give it away if the swag ain't fittin' I'm goin' way up and it's past the limit But I came with the heat and I'm on, I kill it, ye Laugh to the bank like they told me a joke Get to the trap make it jump like a toad Uh, ye, uh From the side like this, huh Come on, wait, huh Who you know slime like this? Ye, come on (yes sir) Pull up and slide and shit, ye Niggas gon' bite and shit, ye You cannot fight that shit, ye Ah man, I'm in the jungle, Tarzan I got the green, Peter Pan I'm at the beach, toes in the sand Bitch I'm so hot, give you a tan I'm 'bout the bread, I'm 'bout the jam Look at my pocket, whole lotta bands I'm 'bout the fetty, I'm 'bout the wap, huh Hol' up, oops I mean wop Takin' that shit to the top, ye Don't keep a watch, I got clocks, ye Don't got a key, I got locks, ye Don't got a pan, I got pots, ye Pull up on 'em leave 'em shocked, ye AF1 Nike socks, ye Bitch I don't drip I drop, ye Came with the gas I'm litty In love with money and ass and titties, ye I'm with the fashion shit, I'ma give it away if the swag ain't fittin' I'm goin' way up and it's past the limit But I came with the heat and I'm on, I kill it, ye Laugh to the bank like they told me a joke Get to the trap make it jump like a toad Came with the gas I'm litty In love with money and ass and titties, ye I'm with the fashion shit, I'ma give it away if the swag ain't fittin' I'm goin' way up and it's past the limit But I came with the heat and I'm on, I kill it, ye Laugh to the bank like they told me a joke Get to the trap make it jump like a toad Ye How you feel 'bout that, uh huh? I'm a winner you can see by the stats uh huh, ye Don't ask where I'm at, uh huh I be chillin' with the slime and sh'latt uh huh I been at it since 12 like cops, niggas really just cap a lot Told her, "Get down, give me top" Splikak when I take a shot, ye, ooo Saw me on TV got really excited Bitch I been dreamin' 'bout this every night and Will I fall off? Man, I really do doubt it Fuck up the beat, yes I really leave it bleedin' Fuck what you think, I'ma run it every season Hear my sauce so much I be like, "Hol' up, did I teach it?" Said she got some rules, I be like, "Fuck that, I'ma breach 'em" I don't go to church, so this is the only place I preach at Say you 'bout that work, then nigga show me where the fees at Came with the gas I'm litty In love with money and ass and titties, ye I'm with the fashion shit, I'ma give it away if the swag ain't fittin' I'm goin' way up and it's past the limit But I came with the heat and I'm on, I kill it, ye Laugh to the bank like they told me a joke Get to the trap make it jump like a toad Came with the gas I'm litty In love with money and ass and titties, ye I'm with the fashion shit, I'ma give it away if the swag ain't fittin' I'm goin' way up and it's past the limit But I came with the heat and I'm on, I kill it, ye Laugh to the bank like they told me a joke Get to the trap make it jump like a toad
Writer(s): Isaiah Nkhalo Zuza, Sihle Sithole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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