Lyrics:
love with the game I feel like Mitch
I'm in the field like a all out blitz
Brand new glock I just need me a switch
Scoring I swear it feel like I can't
I just live la vida to brim
From Jozi to Rhini to Kim
To PE to Jozi
Mentioning places like home Issa pozzie
Die mens is gevaarlik ma nigguh ke
Las Vegas
I went to see Al Pacino, or whoever The Godfather is now
Who the fuck, you think run this town
Obviously not me, but I have great power
Never
eyes
Baby girl damn you bad, how you sleep well at night (So fine)
Dripping Chanel, Louis V by her side, independent as hell
She a, she a freak, she
who ain't feeling my vibe
.30 by my hip my homie walkin' with the .5
My other homie he the driver so you know that we gon slide
I'm type of nigga who be
Louis V up on my belt (belt)
Learn to work & get the wealth (wealth)
Flyin' over like the stealth (soarin’)
Goin' gold, Michael Phelps (gold)
Workin'
song ended
I wished that we could carry on (One, two, three, four!)
You left at nine o five, left me stood by the side of the taxi lane
But still
ones with me
If its the mega dro you know I need a fifty
Ducking five o trying to see a milly
Can't believe I saw Paris and Italy
Type of shit to make
to hear colors and see sounds
You're bound by the senses, limited to five
Guide through this matrix what you visualize
Manifest in time, it's really all
we live
Pull up G5
Fuck nigga die
You with it or ain't
I need this green like a tank
Pockets so fury
I'm in the Brad Pitts
No I won't match it
I'm like
Louis V up on my belt (belt)
Learn to work & get the wealth (wealth)
Flyin' over like the stealth (soarin’)
Goin' gold, Michael Phelps (gold)
Workin'
So it says here you're in grade 9
Yeah
What do you know about the la-
I ain't telling you nothin
So you're a tough guy huh?
Let's see how tough you
to 5 not working
So am rapping, to the streets
Yow
Bring me the coke
switching the lanes
stock it up
Just give me the bands
Duce and split
Am back
dope since LA
Gears and Pelle Pelle years
Gold Presi’ like a keg of beer
You know the bezel clear
You had a better year than me as a rapper
Then you
having a field day
Angeles in the outfield, France to LA
Rebuking anybody don't bow to sensai
Rebooting everybody that He calls by first name
Not
Slave to the cat I prove it
You got me
God gave me six lives too
Yours ex your ex well he moved on six times too
That's like 12 I'm on a
I'm on a G5 too
my whole life into a rhyme
Let me blow ya mind baby
Like I'm E-V-E
Representing Darjeeling hip-hop baby
And I'm Teddy G
Let me see their heads nod
writing again
Sell
Sell a story, nigga
Don't be telling me about
"I miss my girl, if you tryna slide, slide in my DMs"
"Let's go to LA, we can kick it"
Hustle everyday. Eyin temi no lele
Party everyday. Clubbing day by day
Kilode mi o kin se Oliver Queen
Padimi kilowi. That girl na my queen
Feel me. Kiss
finished the wine
(Akakaa )
Allow it puff
(Puff )
Feel like melt
(Melt )
Mind work half
(Half )
Mal a la tête
(Tête )
You do you i'm doing me
Put it
nickname is like la flame,
but i go by vTae,
shining brighter than a day,
game winner call dame,
want the money, keep the fame,
niggas suck can't blame,
Which side you get, that's on you, that's on how you treat me
I don't fuck nobody, never stepping out my lane
If you cross me, Astroworld, bringing out la
positive
Impossible will be possible
Ateŋu awε
Gbgb v den me get case
E no dey bed so up awake
I dey God dey my hope too dey
Work hard, make you
No hear what
Ho ho ho hold me
It's 5 degree celsius
Chan chan chan change your clothes
Who's ready for X-mas
Come with me
To the party where you never ever have
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