spaza

hook 

i took the bih to the pozi


verse 

i took the bih to the pozi 
she sent the addy she livin in jozi 
shit, we winning man s/o idlozi 
you tryna battle man i am ingozi
these niggas in trouble, bayekele
i don’t blame em you know that we hot 
ain’t no stunna but ncel’ uba xolele
when she thought we together 
haibo i called her umngan’ 
battlefield asikphani inkane
just to show you usase ingani (lil boy) 
nin’luma kanjan 
ngiwu’ malum ninluma kanjan
i’m obsessed, ngi hlanya nge malo
i might as well be a kanjan

Pozi

lyrics :

where was you at when i was low yuh
where was you at when i was lost yuh
i run my own shi I'm the boss now

they say young nigga, how you doin it?
bad bitch on my d*** you know she sucking it (yeah)

i just got a bag you know I'm boolin bitch
I'm w nathi and you know we boutta blow this bitch 

I'm w nathi and that boy he boutta blow yo shi
yeah we blow shi, i got motion
and I'm on that za , nga you know I'm rolling

why these ngas stay capping yuh, wtf yuh
bitch i take my cup, i fill it up w mud yuh


where was you at

Lyrics :
Keep going kang, keep going

yeah i got a brand new rari and it's roaring 
yeah i got a brand you rari and it's foreign 
once you pass the ball know I'm scoring
bad bitch, she so hot, but that bitch so boring

knock a nigga out like my name George Foreman
R.I.P George Foreman
yeah i had to switch it up, I'm transforming 
man these niggas they so broke, they so poor man
man that bitch is a mf whore man
she's a hoe (she not for me)
she's a hoe( she's on baby number 3)
she's a hoe


yea 2016 music you know what it is
R.I.P George Foreman


R.I.P GEORGE FOREMAN

Lyrics:

I got a glock with an extended Mac
I got your bitch in the back
He tried to run up on me he got blast
You know i do it like that

These niggas just like Shang Tsung, yeah they copycats 
I take your soul like Shang Tsung, nigga you ain't getting it back

Yeah the car is matte
Yeah the fit is black 
He tryna run up on me, had to do him bad
Had to slime him out , had to get him gone
Yeah I'm rocking Bad Lieutenant,  rocking Saint Laurent 
Ysl, you going to hell,  that boy really fell
We did what we did, but we cannot tell

Fucking w me better get you a funeral cover, like clientele 
We finna pull up and shoot at your mf momma, yeah we don't give a hell

I'm running this shit like Obama
I'm blowing this shit like Osama
She spit on my dick like a llama 

bih, step on they necks
bih, step on they necks
bih, step on they necks
yeah, I'm up next
yeah, she want sex
I'm w my dog, like Johnny Test 
I really ball, like Ron Artest

She on her knees
She begging for me
She beg for the d

where was you at

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