Mamba in Mpumalanga (feat. Sourblvemilk)
Let's do the mamba in Mpumalanga
Like we use to when we were younger
Hey pretty lady can I get your number
So we can dance in the heat of the summer
Last weekend went to Yours Truly
Met a girl named Julie, Oh
Had the kinda eyes that seduced me
I was going looney
Playing Call of Booty
Started grooving, watched a movie, grabbed a smoothie
Was truly amusing how she fooled me
But I kept refusing
How she played me like that
Got me spending this cash
Hope my bank's gonna last
Cause numbers just drop to fast
But I wanna smash while I'm chasing that ass
Like a lion in the grass, but the bucks too fast
While my mouths on the loose while I pounce in the booth
Like Simba's aloof man looking for the truth and
Doing what he do, but he gotta follow through
Where's Nala
I think she's in Botswana
Then I ran into Timone and Pumba
Who told me a rumor
That Jacob Zuma
Was wearing Pumas
Sponsored by the Guptas
Then Rafiki flew in and told me go find Nala get freaky
Let's do the mamba in Mpumalanga
Like we use to when we were younger
Hey pretty lady can I get your number
So we can dance in the heat of the summer
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Got into the rain, got out of the rain
Go onto the train, got off the train
Got onto the plane, got off the plane
A minute to land, I just gotta pray
I just came from France
Got me chatting to God
Like Pére Desole
A couple a days
A couple of layovers
A couple a jays
A couple a prayers
A couple a hangovers
Couple a A's
I got to the house
A couple of woman
A couple of lads
A couple I knew or at least knew about
Couple of stoners who sleep on the couch
Like shh
Don't make a sound
She half asleep on the couch when she said it
Coconut on her finger she scrolling through reddit
I'm scrolling too just to ask if she read it
I take a seat, bless
She tell me I'm sweat
Heard that she said that she diabetic
Cause she so angelic, got a fly aesthetic
And she just want to know where the vibe is heading
Let's do the mamba in Mpumalanga
Like we use to when we were younger
Hey pretty lady can I get your number
So we can dance in the heat of the summer
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Like we use to when we were younger
Hey pretty lady can I get your number
So we can dance in the heat of the summer
Last weekend went to Yours Truly
Met a girl named Julie, Oh
Had the kinda eyes that seduced me
I was going looney
Playing Call of Booty
Started grooving, watched a movie, grabbed a smoothie
Was truly amusing how she fooled me
But I kept refusing
How she played me like that
Got me spending this cash
Hope my bank's gonna last
Cause numbers just drop to fast
But I wanna smash while I'm chasing that ass
Like a lion in the grass, but the bucks too fast
While my mouths on the loose while I pounce in the booth
Like Simba's aloof man looking for the truth and
Doing what he do, but he gotta follow through
Where's Nala
I think she's in Botswana
Then I ran into Timone and Pumba
Who told me a rumor
That Jacob Zuma
Was wearing Pumas
Sponsored by the Guptas
Then Rafiki flew in and told me go find Nala get freaky
Let's do the mamba in Mpumalanga
Like we use to when we were younger
Hey pretty lady can I get your number
So we can dance in the heat of the summer
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Got into the rain, got out of the rain
Go onto the train, got off the train
Got onto the plane, got off the plane
A minute to land, I just gotta pray
I just came from France
Got me chatting to God
Like Pére Desole
A couple a days
A couple of layovers
A couple a jays
A couple a prayers
A couple a hangovers
Couple a A's
I got to the house
A couple of woman
A couple of lads
A couple I knew or at least knew about
Couple of stoners who sleep on the couch
Like shh
Don't make a sound
She half asleep on the couch when she said it
Coconut on her finger she scrolling through reddit
I'm scrolling too just to ask if she read it
I take a seat, bless
She tell me I'm sweat
Heard that she said that she diabetic
Cause she so angelic, got a fly aesthetic
And she just want to know where the vibe is heading
Let's do the mamba in Mpumalanga
Like we use to when we were younger
Hey pretty lady can I get your number
So we can dance in the heat of the summer
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Mamba in Mpumalanga
Credits
Writer(s): Meyote Mowoe
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