Last Song
Love don't hit my line
Anymore
Only ever zak, all I got is time
Oooh
Show promoters trying to book me in their climate
Makes sense, I prayed for zaka not love
Picky with my women, want 'em saucy
Ha o sa lekani mo back off me
These days basadi are costly
Nkase ho fiehleli they want zaka not love
I
I want a Mercedes (Benz)
Skrt skrt
G63, sky blue, friends
Until then
Jo ke satlo kanda paper
Gereza for the mpilo, cash rules still
Medi tsaka want to see the world, and who am I to say no?
Who am I to say no?
Ke satlo kanda paper
Baby if your love language is travel and leisure
Then baby girl, I'm on my job, I'm on my job
Believe me when I say
I'm on my job, I'm on my job
Oooh
I spy with my little eye
Your b*tch
She know I'm a pro, and I know
You're a novice, and she a nova
I'm VodkaShotsAndCake
Like I like turning up, and getting motherfuck*ng paid
So say my name full when you see me
Remember that I made love cool when you greet me
This was supposed to be the intro
But this the last love letter I wrote
Get the guitar my nigga
Let them know how hearts cry my nigga
Yea money just like that, but
Like let them know what it is when
I'm crying crying you know what I mean
Oooh
Play that yea(Hahaha)
Love and care, I need love and care
I need love and care, love and care
Love and care, I need love and care
I've got love and care
I need love and care
Anymore
Only ever zak, all I got is time
Oooh
Show promoters trying to book me in their climate
Makes sense, I prayed for zaka not love
Picky with my women, want 'em saucy
Ha o sa lekani mo back off me
These days basadi are costly
Nkase ho fiehleli they want zaka not love
I
I want a Mercedes (Benz)
Skrt skrt
G63, sky blue, friends
Until then
Jo ke satlo kanda paper
Gereza for the mpilo, cash rules still
Medi tsaka want to see the world, and who am I to say no?
Who am I to say no?
Ke satlo kanda paper
Baby if your love language is travel and leisure
Then baby girl, I'm on my job, I'm on my job
Believe me when I say
I'm on my job, I'm on my job
Oooh
I spy with my little eye
Your b*tch
She know I'm a pro, and I know
You're a novice, and she a nova
I'm VodkaShotsAndCake
Like I like turning up, and getting motherfuck*ng paid
So say my name full when you see me
Remember that I made love cool when you greet me
This was supposed to be the intro
But this the last love letter I wrote
Get the guitar my nigga
Let them know how hearts cry my nigga
Yea money just like that, but
Like let them know what it is when
I'm crying crying you know what I mean
Oooh
Play that yea(Hahaha)
Love and care, I need love and care
I need love and care, love and care
Love and care, I need love and care
I've got love and care
I need love and care
Credits
Writer(s): Rudolph "bhut' Rudolph" Dlakude
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