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Cape Town radio 021 KASHCPT I used to stuff all the Gs in my denim Momma I pray I ain't going to jail I'm riding in silence But I ain't a felon I been jugging in the middle Loving the hate because I'm winning Riding it windows is tinted How you know? There ain't no telling But shit could never happen That was it It was heaven sent I was jugging thugging Like maleficent I was jugging Thugging up another end Proudly 'bout it Count it Got alot of it How we talking? How we doing numbers Drumming on you dummies? Run up got to duffel it How we taught? Know I know how to double it There was never loving Then they said I'm wanted Really those the niggas I can't fuck with them Talking shit But "bro" you out in public I hit a lick I hit the bitch You fucking with I don't vent or vex Or like to politic I'm real and these niggas the opposite Said fuck 12 And that number Could suck a dick I got nine And I'm keeping it on my hip Get it hit Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh I'm with my woedies How I'm pouring up codeine How my potent on OG How the boy looking cozy Keep a tech On my rage Like I came outta Plett I got gang from the right to the left No debate who the best Keep ya bek Ahead I used to stuff all the Gs in my denim Momma I pray I ain't going to jail I'm riding in silence But I ain't a felon I been jugging in the middle Loving the hate because I'm winning Riding it windows is tinted How you know? There ain't no telling Ye ye ye ye I'm in the club With the racks stacked in the jeans I can't even dance or walk Give her that d Then I watch her fall back to sleep Like she was jus sippin on wok Uppity Uppity I don't need company Hot in the streets I talked to God and he told me that I cannot fall no more this shit all for me I told my brothers they don't need to go to the mall no more This shit all for free Niggas be rapping They really wanna go bar for bar I got sauce and sweets Meaning I can't be battling Big slime slat I'm rattling Hey hey hey Walking on water Feel like a boat Got a white b I call her blow Drip like a sink I'ma need soap Swear to god I just feel too wavy I could be friends with a fish Told that girl please don't call me baby She just a snackable dish Walk in the scene I see, all these bitches tryna get a piece of me Get to the baggidy instantly How I did it? Nigga that's a mystery Hey I used to stuff all the Gs in my denim Momma I pray I ain't going to jail I'm riding in silence But I ain't a felon I been jugging in the middle Loving the hate because I'm winning Riding it windows is tinted How you know? There ain't no telling I feel like Pooh Out the sheist Summing get a bigger loot Up the price Stunting bitch I'm with the crew Got the hype Trap back door Red light Bed light Bet Down that damn wall Tripping ain't no alcohol In beast I was in that mode Upper Upper Upper echelon I'm in trap mode I sip Activis pour with my dog Payback to my dawg Uh Only talk that OG conversations all got bars I got loads On my load Charge that thang and then it pop Played that in our vlog This one's for the opps Get that bag Get that goal Get that hit That ain't a opp All eyes All on Keep a tech On my rage like I came outta Plett I got gang from the right to the left No debate who the best Keep your bek Ahead I used to stuff all the Gs in my denim Momma I pray I ain't going to jail I'm riding in silence But I ain't a felon I been jugging in the middle Loving the hate because I'm winning Riding it windows is tinted How you know? There ain't no telling
Writer(s): Junaid Baker, Kelsey Minaar, Naverone Albers, Sihle Sithole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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