Ceviche

Pan seared pigeon
All this gas I'm lifted
Had her on the bed
Legs spread, full chicken
Eat it like an oyster
White wine mussels
You in the company of a legend like you in Brussels
I ain't talking sprouts
Offered her a glass
I said it's in house
Put her in a Benz
Then I took her to the house
She said you wanna chill
Told her I gotta bounce
I got work in the morning
So this unannounced
Damn

Ceviche on ice
Fresh catch, Santiago
All ma niggas bosses
All ma niggas Carpo's
You know the real Ricky?
I ain't talking Makhado
You see the sparks flying
Make way for the bottles

Like the police
I'm brutalising the streets
In the sheets
Leg on your neck
I'm sorry you can't breathe
No disrespect
I'm just saying it how it
Can't resist, I can't wait
Tourbillon is on the wrist

Louis V shopping bags
Post em on the gram
I know you working hard
I hope it's not your man
I truly understand
He gotta spoil ya, Enjoy ya
I ain't hear to judge
Cause I heard that you a lawyer
Heard you got cases
Heard you got a hustle on the side
So i know you going places



Credits
Writer(s): Moleke Mathabatha
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