Skr Skrr Skrrr
Manje Stevovo hah
Mncah indaba awusekho
Bra wami
Ng'se kgontjini laka Buhle
Ng'phethu Tebza
Nabo Buhle yabo
Mncah fede
Rekaufela, rekaufela
(Yeah Yeah)
I gotta go, yeah
Got three bitchies
On the floor, yeah
They unemployed
They want a job
They wanna blow
Who does it so
Can nobody do it so
Too many groupies on my face
They like acne
These girls plotting on me
They wanna fuck me
I ain't playing
But these niggas tryna mark me
I'm not a car (I'm the big man)
Don't start me
Niggas hating
But deep down
They wanna suck me
They mock me
They tryna provoke me
I'm a reckless driver
The stop-sign
Doesn't stop me
I'm insane
You feel what I've been saying?
What I'm sayin' isn't sane
No we ain't the same
Nigga you lame
Skr skrr skrrr
Skr skrr skrrrr, skr skrrr
Skr skrr skrrr
Skr skrr skrrrr skr skrrr
I gotta go, Yeah
Got three bitchies
On the floor, yeah
They unemployed
They want a job
They wanna blow
I'm the shit cause
I cause a runny tummy
When these bitchies saw me
They came running to me
Last time I checked
Y'all didn't wanna do me
I ain't tryna get in
But y'all are tryna put me in
Your girl got her hands on me
Ain't that shit funny
She tak' She taking videos
Man she tryna film me
She wanna dance
She wanna split
Tiny waist
Booty sweet
I got Fendi on my sheets
I let her bend it, then I hit
You can't stand me, nigga sit
You ain't the fart
You ain't the shit
I'm pointing my dick
On your chick
Like she a toilet sit
Say what you said
I'm in the block
Watch what you say
When you talk
Nigga watch how I jay
When I walk
I smell beeeef
But all I see is pork
They started this
Now they scared to talk
Niggas scared to diss
Bitchies scared to talk
I don't miss G
I hit the Spot
They not hot
No they feeling hot
We fucked their girls
At the parking lot
We take a lot
While they talk a lot
Step aside, I'm in the dot
Moving side to side like a bot
You busy telling bitchies
What you bought
Goats don't brag
About being goats
Where I'm from
They get slaughtered
Everyday day day day yeah
Skr skrr skrrr
Skr skrr skrrrr, skr skrrr
Skr skrr skrrr
Skr skrr skrrrr skr skrrr
I gotta go, yeah
Got three bitchies
On the floor, yeah
They unemployed
They want a job
They wanna blow
Who does it so (welele dankie)
Can nobody do it so
Welele, welele kuleyo ndawo
Mncah indaba awusekho
Bra wami
Ng'se kgontjini laka Buhle
Ng'phethu Tebza
Nabo Buhle yabo
Mncah fede
Rekaufela, rekaufela
(Yeah Yeah)
I gotta go, yeah
Got three bitchies
On the floor, yeah
They unemployed
They want a job
They wanna blow
Who does it so
Can nobody do it so
Too many groupies on my face
They like acne
These girls plotting on me
They wanna fuck me
I ain't playing
But these niggas tryna mark me
I'm not a car (I'm the big man)
Don't start me
Niggas hating
But deep down
They wanna suck me
They mock me
They tryna provoke me
I'm a reckless driver
The stop-sign
Doesn't stop me
I'm insane
You feel what I've been saying?
What I'm sayin' isn't sane
No we ain't the same
Nigga you lame
Skr skrr skrrr
Skr skrr skrrrr, skr skrrr
Skr skrr skrrr
Skr skrr skrrrr skr skrrr
I gotta go, Yeah
Got three bitchies
On the floor, yeah
They unemployed
They want a job
They wanna blow
I'm the shit cause
I cause a runny tummy
When these bitchies saw me
They came running to me
Last time I checked
Y'all didn't wanna do me
I ain't tryna get in
But y'all are tryna put me in
Your girl got her hands on me
Ain't that shit funny
She tak' She taking videos
Man she tryna film me
She wanna dance
She wanna split
Tiny waist
Booty sweet
I got Fendi on my sheets
I let her bend it, then I hit
You can't stand me, nigga sit
You ain't the fart
You ain't the shit
I'm pointing my dick
On your chick
Like she a toilet sit
Say what you said
I'm in the block
Watch what you say
When you talk
Nigga watch how I jay
When I walk
I smell beeeef
But all I see is pork
They started this
Now they scared to talk
Niggas scared to diss
Bitchies scared to talk
I don't miss G
I hit the Spot
They not hot
No they feeling hot
We fucked their girls
At the parking lot
We take a lot
While they talk a lot
Step aside, I'm in the dot
Moving side to side like a bot
You busy telling bitchies
What you bought
Goats don't brag
About being goats
Where I'm from
They get slaughtered
Everyday day day day yeah
Skr skrr skrrr
Skr skrr skrrrr, skr skrrr
Skr skrr skrrr
Skr skrr skrrrr skr skrrr
I gotta go, yeah
Got three bitchies
On the floor, yeah
They unemployed
They want a job
They wanna blow
Who does it so (welele dankie)
Can nobody do it so
Welele, welele kuleyo ndawo
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Writer(s): Fake Smiles, Fitzgerald Ltm
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