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Nasty C
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Lesego Kyle Mnyandu
Lesego Kyle Mnyandu
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Sibabalwe Fiphaza
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Lesego Kyle Mnyandu
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Aye, back up 'fore you get pushed the fuck back, buddy
You ain't my colleague, this is not that, buddy
Dipped up out my city but I run that, buddy
They ain't even seen me when I snuck back
Movin' like fuck that
Hoodie, shades, trucker hat
Tell no one I landed 'cause they gon' be on my nut sack
Couple **** had a big ego but we shrunk that
Couple bitches called themself a snack
I'm like, "What snack?"
Pull up to the hood and I got racks up in my pocket
You pull up in my hood and this yo' chain and you be tookin'
She wan' kick it like karate, dick swingin', nunchuckin'
Mickey Dizzy with the sauce, see I'm drippin' and she love it
Young **** from the East Side, y'all already know
I ain't playin' this time, comin' for the throne
Took a L and bounced back, lil' bitch I'm in my zone
Watch 'em all hate now that I got Cizzle on a song
Fuckin' up the bank, yeah
Told the dealer, "Pull me out some grams, yeah"
Spend it all and make it back again
And I'm fuckin' up the game, yeah
You and I can never be the same
So lil' ****, get the fuck up out my way, yeah
Aye, back up 'fore you get pushed the fuck back, buddy
You ain't my colleague, this is not that, buddy
Dipped up out my city but I run that, buddy
They ain't even seen me when I snuck back
Movin' like fuck that
Hoodie, shades, trucker hat
Tell no one I landed 'cause they gon' be on my nut sack
Couple **** had a big ego but we shrunk that
Couple bitches called themself a snack
I'm like, "What snack?"
Most you **** way too sloppy
You are not my buddy
Always tryna flex, ****, that's not money
How you plotting on me?
That's not cunning
Make her pull up first before me then I'm cummin'
Don't you ever test me, I study
I'm retarded on the beat, I'm dumbin'
On some shit you won't believe
You wanna try, you'll get bloody
When you pray for rain you better know it's gets muddy in the dirt
So good I don't rehearse
Been at it for a long time, I prolly seen the worst
My shit sound like a prophecy, I never wrote a verse
They tell me I'm the GOAT
I said, "I know, I know, I heard"
I don't need to floss 'cause
I am the big boss, dawg
Competin' with the labels
Yeah, we rip 'em off, dawg
Cappin' on the G, you know your Microsoft, pause
My mind is the brightest but I'm goin' off, dawg
Aye, back up 'fore you get pushed the fuck back, buddy
You ain't my colleague, this is not that, buddy
Dipped up out my city but I run that, buddy
They ain't even seen me when I snuck back
Movin' like fuck that
Hoodie, shades, trucker hat
Tell no one I landed 'cause they gon' be on my nut sack
Couple **** had a big ego but we shrunk that
Couple bitches called themself a snack
I'm like, "What snack?"
Written by: Lesego Kyle Mnyandu, Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo, Sibabalwe Fiphaza
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