Lyrics:
TRUE LOVE
Written and Produced by:
Moffat Nkunika (M.K SENT)
Verse One
Vinayamba monga boza
Baby
Like a Child play
Sign yenze nikamwala pamutenge
and get drowned by my massive
Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage
Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty
On a violator that
and get drowned by my massive
Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage
Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty
On a violator that
a pretty good night for a walk in the woods
By the ravine, along the trail.
They probably beat him up when he was young,
Or locked him outdoors for
to the dome
poted dank, fools its your choice
niggas hate my face but they love my voice
and just like that, i make them ball and nob
kiss the hand of a true
boys love it when I hit they weed pipe
Cause they know it's goin' down and I'mma fuck him all night, high
[Bridge: 8ball & MJG sample]
One to da
after 4 and
You can sit down on my floor and
We can sit in silence for an hour
Cos I don't know what to do
And I'm intimidated by you
She's just to cool
sweet james jones, a pimp and a hustler
Tryin to get rid a all you hatas
And you muthafuckin pussy ass bustas
[chorus:(2)] x 4
[fiend]
What's the sense
One, two, three, four 0
I'm completely grey
You're completely mad
You're a middle-aged baby
And the world is bad
Let's go thundering
Hold up! Everybody who's got love ones locked up in that system
Say man if ya people locked up
You need to stay down wit'cha folks! (Stay down wit'em
she was cool with
Multiplied by the people she went to school with
Nevertheless, rest, my sweet sister
I'm about to handle this business
Get that
I call it the cinnamon
For this love, I'll be buying you everything
I'm on codeine, can't think about anything
I sip on this drink, it's my
and get drowned by my massive
Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage
Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty
On a violator that
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yeah
Best rapper in Africa yeah I'm really popping
Niggas really asking why I'm being so cocky
You should ask your sister why
[Ives]
I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star
Life of ink in flesh and mind scars
Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars
Hustle is hand
language is power as the years flew on by
he went back home made the love of his life his wife
talking about good shit now lets talk about something bad
lets
Laughs
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yo
Best Rapper in Africa yeah I’m really popping
Niggas really asking why I be so cocky
You should ask your sister why
the channel in my mind, but you're still on
Fillin' up my mind and my phone with your sweet thoughts
Never been so excited by the sight of three dots
I'm
with my zombies and
My goons like Transylvania
My niggas got it low by
Scalpin' tickets out the stadium
My messages is free movies
That’s word
don't want no help
Sweet medicine felt
A whole 'nother subject (it's a whole 'nother subject)
If I pass, no wonder
Life before my brother stabbed me,
the ground
After beat down on Jerry Springer tape
Wait put it down like shells hitting the ground
When I'm busting rounds
Put it down like beats by
(facts)
Been havin' smoke, but he ain't even know had a Glock on my lap in the back of the car (facts)
I rapped about Hemis with Nicki Minaj, by the time
Honey mixture with the sweetwater
Sweet water yo
Queens shit man i love you
Goodbye
a block bleeder, you got to share me with the drugs and shit
But when I'm fucking you it's beautiful I love the shit
(Chorus - 4x)
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