Lyrics:
mid-Kalahari
Shorty fuck me on the beach while we eat calamari
1942, when the mountain of that Marley
Sex drive is wild, I am country safari
Shawty say she fuck
calamari
See me doin' good, so them niggas try to starve me
I was with a chick out at Kalahari
Looked on the gram, seen a bunch of starving artists
Now these
a desert kalahari
Hold up, I been grinding real hard for my money (cash)
Food on the table ain't nobody goin hungry. (Nah)
Racks I be sendin back home to my
get this hate off me
Shooting trips to Ohio, but we ain't going to Kalahari
Smoking so much damn weed I feel like a Rastafarian
Baby, keep on trying
tag, boy, it like the fuckin' clown, yeah
Ayy, nigga, watch me kamikaze
Got a package in K Zoo, it went to Kalahari
City nigga got oak tree in my
like fish, but no calamari
Slide on your bitch, call it Kalahari
King of the jungle, this ain't no safari
This is my off-season, but ain't no Amari
colder than November out in Vancouver
Hotter than the Kalahari sand dunes
Dreamin bout rich nigga shit
Savin tik toks about Cancun
All I gotta do is make
“Daud!”
Paisa side-chick, kalam meri mashuk.
Jale jaise barood, dafan tera taaboot
Saale, tera baap hoon!
Bol kidher dalun kartoos!?
Kaala pani, Kalahari
catching feelings leave you speechless (yeah)
Burn like kalahari dry your pockets then act innocent
Hoe be demon sent
Act an angel fuck you over for the hell
ou
maar sy kort n
man soos haar pa
kalahari kind het
in daai dorpie beland
ontmoet n man en hy dra
haar op sy hand
oom freddie was n boer
aan die
Kalahari prag
Al staan ek ‘n duisend muile vêr
Ander kant die vêrste stêr
Sal ek altyd
Na jou verlang
In ‘n vreemde plek
'n Vreemde stad
Is daar heeltyd
genoeg
Dalk van die Kalahari
Of bo in die Karoo
Al is sy ook in Noord Wes
Of êrens in Limpopo
O Levi jeans is gemaak vir haar
Sy maak my hele wêreld deur
Or an Okapi
Or maybe even a Zebra
In the Kalahari
The Cheetah's an eater
Our feet and done quicker
Than anything you've ever seen
I'm Rita the Cheetah
I'm
Skyver det fra meg
Kysser din sko
Gråter i sanden
Får ikke ro
Hjemsøker byer
Snubler i skyer
Ved Rios lange gyldne strender
I Kalaharis brennende sand
Der
Skyver det fra meg, kysser din sko
Gråter i sanden, får ikke ro
Hjemsøker byer, snubler i skyer
Ved Rios lange gyldne strender
I Kalaharis brennende sand
givits mitt namn
Tropaion
Kalaharis stäpp är en ogästvänlig plats
Men mitt hjärta är evigt just där
Jag hör den vind som kallar till en ny strapats
Ik ben je wateroase
In de Kalahari (ah ah)
Ik dans op je tong als Mata Hari
Ben ziltiger dan mmm calamari
Ik benoem je hierbij tot chef Punani
Ga je
that's my mood
Bring the heat like Kalahari
Do we have it understood?
And I ain't never gon change
Unless I make a couple mill
And then I might just cop
i żądze
Zamach stanu za pieniądze
Krowa i ciele
Milion snów za tak niewiele
Bez nich jesteś jak bez ręki
Sam na piaskach Kalahari
Może Cię na
it
I didn't know what to do with it
Kalahari
Camelback, coming for me
Come across me
That'll be that
Coming for me
Summertime middle Paris
patlatırım
Afrika Kalahari woulde ayak çıplak ip atlatırım
İpimi koparırım tipini kutuna koyup ağzın burnun tipin dağıtırım
(Break, I kill the rough, rough)
the windows to his soul
Peeked through the curtains I saw desperation's home
Probably six babies who switch a cry with a yawn
The Kalahari in his kitchen color
Kuruman, Waterkloof, Baberspan
Barkley-Wes, Barkley-Oos, Molteno, Tonteldoos
Groot Brak, Klein Brak, Brakpan, Swellendam
TieTiesbaai, Tafelberg, Kalahari
There outside Kuruman
In the Kalahari Desert
Khoi and son
They stand together
They have all things in common
They like to hunt
But it’s only
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