Okay
Okay
Ke nna Sgebi, Gibbs, Lash le Manjinjo
Re nyakana le mpyela ko Tlale (tlale)
Revenge ho sae khone khaohana le treni
E ri tsenang pruwaka wena o sale (sale)
Ake reki skelema wa mpalla katjeno ko tsoga le kaosane kemo zame
Haowa, fuck the police Byor Bothata kae taola
Ho kano thoma so kgaoga
Ka kapa ka foul'a
Byor Bothata o ntshitse me mbaola
Topa plate thomo gaola
Kere selo se kese fagile pila eka fella yo taowa
Baka ba bayisa di powder
O swenka bohloko wati search'a otlo jump hore haona
Metyle eo o felletsa o drown'a
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Okay (yup)
I dream about getting paid
Run my bag look at the way that I pave (yup)
My dead homies all in the grave
Aye, aye
Okay (yup)
I need a Glock and a K
I need some big dough to flip me a cake (yup)
That fashion I need me a cape
Aye, aye
Okay (yup)
All I need is an okay
No need for fake homies okay (yup)
Tau Street Pheli Blackrock okay
Free all the G's okay (yup)
No pain ain't no gain okay
The Streets in my vein okay
Maglera Doe Boy in the Deal
My name ya fag'ela
Why ne ke di dala (sheisshh)
Maglera my city re gotse re dlala ka spane, gooni le di gun-e (gun)
Makwera ba re ng'qandile thata
'Cause Rona re jele le cheese ka nkane (sheisshh)
Tell Thato mathata ra chesa
Ba bata
Ba ka se re tshware
Le Kgale'
Zolo e bofilwe ka palo
Game kgale re jikijetse re le dintwana (sheisshh)
Them niggas ain't warm, my big hommie on tour
A re o chenchitse cell-e maobane (dawg)
My dawg a fahlaga I sent him the zaka
N'danyane nkase tshware ke tlala (gang)
Are groove megalo, grover s'thilala
Am on the screen like uzalo (ey)
You don't do what you say you'll be doin'
Liars!
I'ma spin like a vinyl, man this ain't my final
These records are splitting your vital
I'm killing survival, kannete ko file confess (yeah)
Dube are ba shyanne Rankuwa ba tshabela saka mo
Pheli ba theila kokwa batho bad luck na tshitse di purse
Mash are bula temana kgwa verse
Real life e mpakela stress (yeah)
I pack it like Vitos, them niggas yeah we those
The others niggas we delete those
Its we and we move at the peak of my roof
All you weak hoes I feel like y'all giving me free goals
I'm street and I prove by my streak and my groove
I'm Carlitos I spit out the ocean I leak those
I speak and my tooth feel the heat coming into all my legals
I wish you all of the best, Thato Saul straight out the West
I'm the reason and season I'm releasing everything best
You prolly commiting some treason if you cheesing
Smiling at the records released by the rest
On Jesus if the record industry cheat us
Or beat us try defeat us I'll be in West
With the homies rocking wife beaters holding heaters
With dealers hoes relieve us causing a mess
Sa tella mospino oko spinang bolela mfe ncondo re spane (spane)
Nna re tletsi tsona kedi tricks odi khona byang action re thomile kgale (kgale)
Wei bona ke gun ya bolela mo Pheli kannete pepula o arm'e (arm'e)
Ke molapo ola wao tibisa amount ke dilo tsa katjeno nna ncono re lape
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Okay (yup)
I dream about getting paid
Run my bag look at the way that I pave (yup)
My dead homies all in the grave
Aye, aye
Okay (yup)
I need a glock and a K
I need some big dough to flip me a cake (yup)
That fashion I need me a cape
Aye aye
Okay (yup)
All I need is an okay
No need for fake homies okay (yup)
Tau Street Pheli Blackrock okay
Free all the G's okay (yup)
No pain ain't no gain okay
The streets in my vein okay
The money, fuck the fame, okay?
Ke nna Sgebi, Gibbs, Lash le Manjinjo
Re nyakana le mpyela ko Tlale (tlale)
Revenge ho sae khone khaohana le treni
E ri tsenang pruwaka wena o sale (sale)
Ake reki skelema wa mpalla katjeno ko tsoga le kaosane kemo zame
Haowa, fuck the police Byor Bothata kae taola
Ho kano thoma so kgaoga
Ka kapa ka foul'a
Byor Bothata o ntshitse me mbaola
Topa plate thomo gaola
Kere selo se kese fagile pila eka fella yo taowa
Baka ba bayisa di powder
O swenka bohloko wati search'a otlo jump hore haona
Metyle eo o felletsa o drown'a
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Okay (yup)
I dream about getting paid
Run my bag look at the way that I pave (yup)
My dead homies all in the grave
Aye, aye
Okay (yup)
I need a Glock and a K
I need some big dough to flip me a cake (yup)
That fashion I need me a cape
Aye, aye
Okay (yup)
All I need is an okay
No need for fake homies okay (yup)
Tau Street Pheli Blackrock okay
Free all the G's okay (yup)
No pain ain't no gain okay
The Streets in my vein okay
Maglera Doe Boy in the Deal
My name ya fag'ela
Why ne ke di dala (sheisshh)
Maglera my city re gotse re dlala ka spane, gooni le di gun-e (gun)
Makwera ba re ng'qandile thata
'Cause Rona re jele le cheese ka nkane (sheisshh)
Tell Thato mathata ra chesa
Ba bata
Ba ka se re tshware
Le Kgale'
Zolo e bofilwe ka palo
Game kgale re jikijetse re le dintwana (sheisshh)
Them niggas ain't warm, my big hommie on tour
A re o chenchitse cell-e maobane (dawg)
My dawg a fahlaga I sent him the zaka
N'danyane nkase tshware ke tlala (gang)
Are groove megalo, grover s'thilala
Am on the screen like uzalo (ey)
You don't do what you say you'll be doin'
Liars!
I'ma spin like a vinyl, man this ain't my final
These records are splitting your vital
I'm killing survival, kannete ko file confess (yeah)
Dube are ba shyanne Rankuwa ba tshabela saka mo
Pheli ba theila kokwa batho bad luck na tshitse di purse
Mash are bula temana kgwa verse
Real life e mpakela stress (yeah)
I pack it like Vitos, them niggas yeah we those
The others niggas we delete those
Its we and we move at the peak of my roof
All you weak hoes I feel like y'all giving me free goals
I'm street and I prove by my streak and my groove
I'm Carlitos I spit out the ocean I leak those
I speak and my tooth feel the heat coming into all my legals
I wish you all of the best, Thato Saul straight out the West
I'm the reason and season I'm releasing everything best
You prolly commiting some treason if you cheesing
Smiling at the records released by the rest
On Jesus if the record industry cheat us
Or beat us try defeat us I'll be in West
With the homies rocking wife beaters holding heaters
With dealers hoes relieve us causing a mess
Sa tella mospino oko spinang bolela mfe ncondo re spane (spane)
Nna re tletsi tsona kedi tricks odi khona byang action re thomile kgale (kgale)
Wei bona ke gun ya bolela mo Pheli kannete pepula o arm'e (arm'e)
Ke molapo ola wao tibisa amount ke dilo tsa katjeno nna ncono re lape
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Okay (yup)
I dream about getting paid
Run my bag look at the way that I pave (yup)
My dead homies all in the grave
Aye, aye
Okay (yup)
I need a glock and a K
I need some big dough to flip me a cake (yup)
That fashion I need me a cape
Aye aye
Okay (yup)
All I need is an okay
No need for fake homies okay (yup)
Tau Street Pheli Blackrock okay
Free all the G's okay (yup)
No pain ain't no gain okay
The streets in my vein okay
The money, fuck the fame, okay?
Credits
Writer(s): Yanga Sakumzi Ntshakaza, Tokelo Mdb Moyakhe, Riky Davaine
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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