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baka he bao nyaka bao thola
012 re bafana bao khaola
Utlwella mamazala sate taola
Azanka ka tlohela banyana bang laola
Paper chasing Thato khale ale

Freaky
Freaky
448 Xotic boyz we the team
I just bought a brand new ARP with a beam
I can't wait to finally dress my bitch in Celine
Surrounded by steppers,

In a motel by the metro with my sister and my daddy
Playing cards on the floor, watching cable as a family
All he could afford was Mickey D's, but

Haiti boy on the beat, man, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, whoa, whoa, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Turn me up, let's go
It's lonely at the top, cause they

Look ma
Been doing this thing called Rap
I bet you didn't know I could Rap
Rhythm and Poetry
Tryin to get on the map

Pen and paper
I'm tryin

time is now I'm already too late
Talking about numbers ain't talking bout age
Boy I could be pervy and still be a Sage
But me and the fb not on the same

this paper
I ain't fuck a bad bitch, I made her
And I made a bad bitch so famous
And I put up in a black benz draper
When I pull up in a Lambo, scrapin'

When I was a kid at school my teacher used to say
Why don't you pick up that pen and paper
I said it to myself, you silly little bitch
I said, why

cried for a long time
But children no longer cry

How paper become boats
Or airplanes
In the hands...of the boys
I was think that in your hands
Would be

the show
You're just a bitch nigga, and everybody knows
You claimin' you a baller, but you barely gettin' by
I'm stackin' up the paper, while you just

out
I got love and respect, but don't take handouts
Bang out
I got goons to blow your brains out for a small fee

Them boys need a dog leash
I been gone

we ain't passin you none

I've been working and getting no sleep
I'm bout my paper what the fuck is you mean
I keep a hammer tuck above my knees
Cookin

And 80 clones
Won't be able to take him home
So Ali g had get some butter
Called Borat to take bruno to mars
Who knows
His pen touched paper
But nothing

Gotta run it up and like a baker boy he stacking cake
Everything a nigga did for him they throw it in his face
Now his future lit he walking through till

need to write
I ain't ever needed pen or paper just to rock a mic
This shit too slight
I don't even really lift weights but this shit to light
Damn
30

so fly, it be bugging all the haters yeah
I don't lie, cross my heart and die, I got every types of paper yeah
Yeah them boys back in O Town why you

I'm highly favored
Smokin several different flavors
Gettin faded, in an elevator
While I count my paper
Out in Vegas, it's celebration
All my women

Boy I'm chapo with this work
Donk Master in this vert
And this 50 cal I tote will knock the collar off your shirt
Crown royal in my cup, but my bitch

up, but they come with a game
Just bring out them boxes, they come for the game
Gon' tear this bitch up, it be no need for change
I'ma die by my paper

stopping what I do, lil boy you'll get humiliated
And I done been through many phases, I am not afraid of failing
I done seen too many faking
And I am not

to fuck with folks, now
Cause I trust niggas, but I read wrong
And it's cool, niggas I know, ain't playing by no rules
Never should've shown you boys no

a different route
Aye, aye, aye Rollin' through this paper by the ounce
I done made a classic, I was sittin' on the couch
If she wanna leave, I cannot hold her,

to see me with that paper the truth is they rather see me in a can (in a can)/do what I want, do what you can/roll with them drums ain’t in no band/boy

time in my mind you are the one
Wonder shall never end and if you see me
T-boy wanna know if you feel me
Never mind if you got a problem with me
I don’t