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PERFORMING ARTISTS
AKA
AKA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamohelo Bako
Kamohelo Bako
Composer
Kiernan Forbes
Kiernan Forbes
Lyrics
Ntokozo Mazibuko
Ntokozo Mazibuko
Lyrics

Letra

I don't know, you know It's just it's just missing something, you know It just wouldn't be the same It wouldn't be the same with that I believe papa (yeah), I believe papa (yeah) Yeah that's what it was Now we the main attraction they clap for us (us) Waiting on my downfall, ground floor up, that's elevator action Michael Jackson couldn't be as dangerous Shit happens, armed with a paintbrush, hope you get the picture Veins full of bad blood, swat, put a stick up What your favorite rapper used to be before the bitches But that's until we follow when it riches Took it back to the kitchen, like I got motswako ad-libs to my vision Big dreams in me ever since I was a pikinini So you gotta use the big screen when you picture me Ha, kini big deal (kini big deal) See the times rotate like a windmill, and I will never lose focus Cry me a river, swag, drip, or ocean Motherfucker, we came a long way Once or two, so invite me legal date Yet summer is still a long way Marathon, I run this shit at my own pace How many rappers in the world right now? Ain't that one of them through it like I? Never get enough, never get enough, never too much V-I-C-T-O-R-Y Hands up for my victory lap, hands up for my victory lap (toast to the winners) Hands up for my victory lap, hands up for my victory lap (if you know you're a winner) Bloody don't stop 'til I say so Run it all from the ground floor to my angels Daddy Cool Diesel, heavyweight champ of the people Future looks bright like casino lights Wanted that seed 'til my tree grow high Root of all evil, spare no ego I keep haters on their toes like Da L.E.S. does Blowing notes like my name Kwela Tebza You in the club acting all famous Nobody even know what your name is Plenty bottles but nobody's at your table This motherfucker acting like some bloody agents (yesses!) Party like I'm a truck star Tell a girl drop it low like a sports car I'm the king, who these jokers in my courtyard Money talks, I converse with the all star So you all about the paper Tell me something new, tell me something entertaining Tell me something true, tell me nothing about failure Serving rappers on some 24-hour day shit How many rappers in the world right now? Ain't a damn one of them doing like I Never get enough, never get enough, never too much V-I-C-T-O-R-Y Hands up on my victory lap, hands up on my victory lap (toast to the winners) Hands up on my victory lap, hands up on my victory lap (if you know you're a winner) Give me that old time feeling (what else?) German automobile with no ceiling (what else?) Push the button and start with no key ring (what else?) Bad chicken, I'm blunt with no seedlings You can still have what you want if you a dreamer Start thinking out the box, so follow the leader Huh, how you been through that? Feel like ending the season when your team do bad But all I really need is a clean new pen Somebody on my arm and some money in my hand I'll be good, you see the hunger in my eyelids Whether we ball or checking the prices How many rappers in the world right now? Ain't a damn one of them doing like I Never get enough, never get enough, never too much V-I-C-T-O-R-Y Hands up on my victory lap, hands up on my victory lap (toast to the winners) Hands up on my victory lap, hands up on my victory lap (if you know you're a winner)
Writer(s): Kiernan Jarryd Forbes, Kamohelo Bako, Ntokozo Mazibuko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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