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c4 - dj-stavo-sa lyrics

verse 1: jones
take a slight peep
and see how i’m livin’
i’m ridin it different
my bm keep fiendin’
they gotta catch up on this wave that i’m surfin’
picked up the pen
yeah i got it like that
and i’m still on the road
so i got pack my gat
in the book*bag
that’s where the pounds
i am a millionaire by the time school ends
f*ck my life on the run
just to walk i should stay strapped
this the life of a convict
the blunts in rotation
thee bullets keep blazin
look now he leekin’
call that menstruation
watch how you talkin’ to me
i am the one and only
aladdin the g in me
she wishes you could be me
you know it’s jones i’m gone!!
verse 2: prodii g
he gone and prodii he in
prodii you brazy
hop on this beat
slow down the flow coz i’m chillin(ehh)
prodii yi bozza he k!lling
s’gibeza iy’ntwana, they are the future
got lotta keys ngathi ngu future
lights bright, iyangphandla
ngathi yile ndoda yase ngkhandla
ngyadlala ngiyazi uzophapha
ngikhala ngo cheese ngiyaz wamahala
ntwana umdala sbona ngomkhaba
making a bill ngathi ngu kharma
charge you mahala thought uzo ghala mina anginandaba
yazi icrush ,u sphesishle ndaba
i’bomb yihamba
basazo khala
sisaya emavava , basazoqwala
nangu ustavo ,ngiyazi nizokhala!

verse 3: dj stavo*sa
i left my ex and she got cross ( yuh)
she had it easy then took the loss (yea)
now i can f*ck whoever i want
now i can get whoever i want
now i can f*ck whoever i want!
now i huh huh huh huh ( pa pa pa pa)
(laughs)
she 21 and she’s a savage ( savage)
she ain’t the one, she had to face it
she called me maradona like i’m a player
she give me top like she’s l!cking yogeta
talking bout me boy? it wasn’t so right
i’m gonna diss you and you’re gonna…
don’t tell me about truce
cause’ you wanna lie
i k!lled the verse now rate me a 5
i’m bout to smoke you so give me a lion
(u*matches)
so give me a line, yea!
verse 4:ph scale (phalie)
i’m that kid, get on the track and it’s tragic
9/11 that porche i’mma grab it
9/11 the porche i might crash it, coz im that sick, king to throne
the problematic boy is back in his zone
i’m tossin and turning, she call me to early ,can’t breathe huh on the beat i feel like i’m thirty ,send me the racks and i’m getting to st*rdy, getting le mali nge ngkani ,baby ungasabi, woza nazo ungasali, tnt iza nemali , tnt come with the cash ,pass me the blunt i’m bout to ash, bring me the gas , burn me the grass , took her to class, she shaking ass
give me the cash than i vanish , phalie the greatest n*gga don’t panic , calling me pep coz them hoes i can manage,coz im running the track like caster , i’m dropping verses i feel like a pastor , you already know, changing the flow i’m running the track i ain’t talking about tuks , imma keep it a buck i feel like gianni’s i stick with the bucks,you can see i got my sh*t tucked
i’m fresh in the game i’m schooling these n*ggas they calling me unc
nah i’m fresh in the game flexing the metal they calling me stark
could’ve been the only n*ggas in noah’s ark
how the light gon find you n*gga if you work in the dark
i’m back in the kitchen i’m serving the elbow i’m cooking fehita, i slide with the m put the m on his head he look like vegita
they give the green then i go they call me a goat i feel like felicia
she’s from sa but she look like a keisha

verse 5: ph scale (!him¡)
i’m magic
hop on the beat and i spazz quick
never miss, convinced i am him
deadshot on the beat with my cap on
never cap when i spit, i just pop off
like a bottle, the twist, the plot off
i don’t mind all the negative sent on, to the boy
they mad they trippin, thinking i’mma fall
im spazzing, spitting on the floor
this knock the knock on the door
the game a land mine, moonwalk, i’m finna blow, i’m finna blow
i’m back in this b*tch, body got stitches
i ain’t got time to be hanging round b*tches
(?)
listen, yall shooting shots and yall still missing
i’m still your missus, i’m built different
cause i’m sh*t, it’s lit, hop on the beat and i rub on the cl*t
the clip, my lip, it’s ripped, like von
tnt in the cut, we serving like dsp’s, double up the cup we sipping competition up
you dig!!

- dj stavo sa lyrics

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