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PERFORMING ARTISTS
ZULO
Vocals
Florina Olar
Background Vocals
Kivan
Guitar
Lwandile Nkanyuza
Background Vocals
Temy Tourpe
Bass Guitar
Tomas Serrano
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zunaid Lombard
Songwriter
Lamondre Van Stavel
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ZULO
Producer
Zunaid Lombard
Co-Producer
Lamondre Van Stavel
Co-Producer
Boydukes
Producer
Robin Kohl
Mastering Engineer
Songteksten
ZULO
Would you do me a favour and eat my pussy for me
Please
Sho, Supreme Leader
Ya, neh
Eugh, you kiss your tannie with that mouth, joh?
Titty level, you know where my eyes go
You might wanna check your Find My iPhone
So I said it like Michael
I got to tell you something
That girl is a savage, uh
Manage your expectations
Call off the marriage
Adawise
Mm
I can see the pain in your eyes
Where's your medie?
In the club
She's not with you
Trust your gut
Hade, boy, but she's doing you dirty
Sliding into my DMs
Bet you didn't really know true pain till she said goodnight at 5PM
Every weekend, without fail, she's getting ready to play sick
No reply, you'll keep messaging her
But you're getting one grey tick
You're only eating out with her when you get her vouchers
Don't even compliment her
Don't even get her flowers
Your beard don't connect
Don't even cook
And your trim is out
Laze on the couch
Eat all the food
Tummy sticking out
You love your boyfriend, he's not boyfriending, is he? (mm)
Emotionally distant, I bet he's always busy (yass)
Bet he don't even knock the dust off that pussy (yoh)
Ha, kick off with the 2010, 2010
Shem
She's looking out for the love of her life
You're stressing her out, dawg, that's somebody's wife
Who said mjolo was going to be nice?
2010, 2010, 2010, mm
Eugh, you kiss your tannie with that mouth, joh? (Sies, man)
Titty level, you know where my eyes go (straight)
Shaya with the stina but I mized though
Instead I said it like Michael
I got to tell you something
That girl is a savage, uh
Manage your expectations
Call off the marriage
Adawise
I can see the pain in your eyes
Where's your medie? (Where's your medie?)
In the club (In the club)
She's not with you (She's not with you)
Trust your gut (Trust your gut)
Hade, boy, but she's doing you dirty
Sliding into my DMs
Bet you didn't really know true pain till she said goodnight at 5PM
Every weekend, without fail, she's getting ready to play sick
No reply, you'll keep messaging her
But you're getting one grey tick
On the Monday (She played you)
On the Tuesday (She played you)
On the Wednesday (She played you)
On the Thursday (She played you)
On the Friday (She played you)
On the Saturday (She played you)
Mm, mm
Then she went to church this morning
(Prayed for her sins this morning)
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