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Cassper Nyovest
Cassper Nyovest
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Tumelo Thandokuhle Mathebula
Tumelo Thandokuhle Mathebula
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Refiloe Phoolo
Refiloe Phoolo
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Tweezy
Tweezy
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Yeah, uh Niggas talkin' smack about God, I bring the devil to him I put some young niggas on, I know that'll do it Just 'cause I birthed you don't mean I won't hurt you (Uh) And I ain't breakin' a sweat, it's not worth you (Nah) Ain't messin' up the brand for you dumb fucks Niggas goin' broke betting cribs on these niggas you can't trust (At all) You think you're threatin' me? You can't, swaak Lies, you tellin' stories, man, you sound Like Nhlanhla Lux (Haha) Nigga don't tempt me, your tank on empty I'm still hood in this two-tone Bentley (See me?) I came with a message Boy, your ancestors sent me to tell you that you can't fuck with Nyovesti (Uh) Look at all the bullshit I survived When I pull up, it looks like a minister arrived It's just black tuxedo, Clyde and Oskido (Woo) I mean you got fans but you ain't fuckin' with me though (Nah) It ain't the same Dude, I came and I changed rules And she ain't never hanged with us if she still faithful (Haha) Y'all see me though, I'm really go-realer (That's facts) But it's easier to say we all fill-up (Right?) If life was a movie and I'd give it a title I'd call it Material: The Serial Killer (Uh) We all victims of this fuckin' system (It's fucked up) Got a beter chance if you with him (That's facts) I cracked the code I got it but I'm back fo more Tweezy, let's run it back, let's go (Uh) We just fly private baby, we be in the clouds They be poppin' Molly just to feel like they are gods I know that they see me, they just scared to show me love (Uh) This ain't Balmain baby, this is Balman This ain't Balmain baby, this is Balman This ain't Balmain baby, this is Balman This ain't Balmain baby, this is Balman This ain't Balmain baby, this is Balman Nigga, I came at the back of a van I don't like y'all, it's hard to pretend But it's mutual, so fede voetsek I'm the one y'all wanna ridicule? (Uh) She wanna poke a man it's easy for me to pick and choo- It's the move that got these fickle dudes touched I know my daddy proud 'cause he livin' through us Mama was a teacher, daddy became a principal We smoke it on the island and sell it like it's medicinal Big body Benz, I can talk to all you little dudes I'm dead serious, I am living proof That when you put the work in Everything works out Get fly all day, and then I bring the birds out I pay all the bills, my lady don't bring her purse out Damn, they used to love a nigga but they hurt now It's too much Your lady will get chewed up I'm opening a new club Everyday is some new bucks A new truck, assumang La bowa, ra di chuna We grindin' and we suit up Bo buda, magowa (Ooh-ooh ah) We just fly private, baby, we be in the clouds They be poppin' Molly just to feel like they are gods We just fly private, baby, we be in the clouds They be poppin' Molly just to feel like they are gods I know that they see me, they just scared to show me love This ain't Balmain baby, this is Balman I know that they see me, they just scared to show me love This ain't Balmain baby, this is Balman This ain't Balmain baby, this is Balman This ain't Balmain baby, this is Balman This ain't Balmain baby, this is Balman This ain't Balmain baby, this is Balman
Writer(s): Tumelo Thandokuhle Mathebula Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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