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rags2riches: anadatrapstory [part I]

by fab futur3

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set it off (feat. urbabiesdad) 03:47
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Pele-Pele Production Yeah, Set It Off! Your babies' dad, Ah Hah Let me show you how I roll Ey Better than getting stoned Ey Sticks and stones may break my bones So I use them to build that home for you Let me go dig that gold for you So I can chip that stone for you Let me penetrate your soul, touch your core Make hell turn cold for you Oh Lord I swear to God you're my nigga, pause! Oh Lord Ah Haah, Plus awusi gold digger Yeah Is it 'cause you got a small figure, that your hips and ass are bigger? Yeah Ung'dakwa imizwa, liquor Damn, Ngiyak' fila, like a sneaker Yeah Baby you're the one, one under the sun You make me wanna set it off, I'm finna cop a gun Baby you're the one, who'll give me a son You make me wanna set it off, I'm finna cop a gun Yeah Attitude yaka Cleo Ubuhle baka Stoney Sex appeal 'ka Ursula, T.T soft & smart like Frankie Attitude yaka Cleo Ubuhle baka Stoney Sex appeal 'ka Ursula, T.T soft and smart like Frankie I really need you to set it off Baby girl grab a gun I really need you to set it off Baby please jus' grab a gun I really need you to set it off Baby girl grab a gun I really need you to set it off Baby please jus' grab a gun Ah Hah The T.T in you may die The Cleo in you may die The Frankie in you may die But your Stoney side will never die Neither will your side 'ka Ursh Your sex appeal warms up the earth I love your feet, your walk, your perm When I'm beneath, I love that twerk Work Baby girl let's go swimming But only if you're willing Indaba that bikini shows how much your ass is chillin' Baby girl face the ceiling, spread your legs, embrace the feeling Man, I love your scent, ass so clean I don't mind rimming Buka, buka, buka k'phela Your beauty will last forever Remember Stoney azang' a shone We can set it off whenever Moola, moola, moola, cheddar Cop that Porsche Panamera Ase mo States mo, no Franklins, just Mandelas Baby you're the one, one under the sun You make me wanna set it off, I'm finna cop a gun Baby you're the one, who'll give me a son You make me wanna set it off, I'm finna cop a gun Yeah Attitude yaka Cleo Ubuhle baka Stoney Sex appeal 'ka Ursula, T.T soft & smart like Frankie Attitude yaka Cleo Ubuhle baka Stoney Sex appeal 'ka Ursula, T.T soft and smart like Frankie I really need you to set it off Baby girl grab a gun I really need you to set it off Baby please jus' grab a gun I really need you to set it off Baby girl grab a gun I really need you to set it off Baby please jus' grab a gun Ah Hah The T.T in you may die The Cleo in you may die The Frankie in you may die But your Stoney side will never die! Neither will your side 'ka Ursh Your sex appeal warms up the earth I love your feet, your walk, your perm When I'm beneath, I love hat twerk Work Attitude yaka Cleo Ubuhle baka Stoney Sex appeal 'ka Ursula, T.T soft & smart like Frankie Attitude yaka Cleo Ubuhle baka Stoney Sex appeal 'ka Ursula, T.T soft and smart like Frankie I really need you to set it off Baby girl grab a gun I really need you to set it off Baby please jus' grab a gun I really need you to set it off Baby girl grab a gun I really need you to set it off Baby please jus' grab a gun
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school honey (feat. urbabiesdad) 02:43
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Pele-Pele Production It's your baby's Tell me what you wanna do honey, what you want Do you wanna go to school honey, or ufun' uk'lala Tell me what you wanna do honey, what you want Do you wanna go to school honey, or ufun' uk'lala, yeah, yeah I really wanna make love You really gotta wake up I really wanna have fun, la la la la la la la I really wanna make love You really gotta wake up I really wanna have fun, la la la la la la la Do you wanna go, or you wanna sleep Do you want me to serve you B.F between the sheets Or ufuna ngik' bambe bambe - massage your feet Girl it's up to you Tell me what you wanna do honey, what you want Do you wanna go to school honey, or ufun' uk'lala Tell me what you wanna do honey, what you want Do you wanna go to school honey, or ufun' uk'lala, yeah, yeah I really wanna make love You really gotta wake up I really wanna have fun, la la la la la la la I really wanna make love You really gotta wake up I really wanna have fun, la la la la la la la I swear to God I swear to God I swear to God this love is driving you crazy I swear to God I swear to God I swear to God soon you gonna have my baby I swear to God I swear to God I swear to God this love is driving you crazy I swear to God I swear to God, yeah, yeah, Ah hah
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mandelas in the bag (feat. yung chelete) 03:58
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Mammie here's the bag Put those Mandelas in the bag When I left the bank Yeah I told the teller I'd be back Feeling like a stick up Feels like I got a finger on the trigger, yeah Pockets getting bigger Looks like a hoe with hips and a figure, yeah Got a big check, won't talk about it An important lunch, won't floss about it Signed a contract, get your claws off of it 'cause You're the wrong man, with a wrong pen, got records of it I'm grinding and it's not a lie Going to live a lavish life Homie if you want to fly First you got to make sure that you run, yeah Invest in being a land lord Pay taxes with a bank roll No lease on that Range Rover Get honeys but be Ska Motsepe with the cashflow Let them dig that like Anglo Carry bank notes that can't fold, you dig I'm grinding and it's not a lie Going to live a lavish life Homie if you want to fly First you got to make sure that you run, yeah Mammie here's the bag Put those Mandelas in the bag When I left the bank Yeah I told the teller I'd be back Feeling like a stick up Feels like I got a finger on the trigger, yeah Pockets getting bigger Looks like a hoe with hips and a figure, yeah Grinding with my new gang Guess what She told her friends she got a new man, yeah She told them, fab her new Man Right now, I guess your baby daddy got a new fan, yeah I'm grinding and it's not a lie Going to live a lavish life Homie if you want to fly First you got to make sure that you run, yeah Le ngan ishay nge mehlo we kati, It's true boy And ngapha ishay nge nkom encane, It's true boy On the side ngwan' onale nyatsi, It's true boy I hope she gets it in her skull, I'm only here to destroy I'm grinding and it's not a lie Going to live a lavish life Homie if you want to fly First you got to make sure that you run, yeah Mammie here's the bag Put those Mandelas in the bag When I left the bank Yeah I told the teller I'd be back Feeling like a stick up Feels like I got a finger on the trigger, Yeah Pockets getting bigger Looks like a hoe with hips and a figure, Yeah Got a big check, won't talk about it, nah An important lunch, won't floss about it, nah Signed a contract, get your claws off of it 'cause You're the wrong man, with a wrong pen, got records of it, yeah
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land lord (mastandi) [feat. magician rapper] 03:55
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Pele-Pele Production Yeah Quit playin' give me my money, yeah Yeah Yeah I'm Daveyton's land lord I'm Daveyton's land lord Yeah So quit playin' give me my money Yeah Homie quit playin' give me that money Yimi 'mastandi Yimi 'mastandi la Yimi 'mastandi Yimi 'mastandi la So quit playin' give me my money, yeah Homie quit playin' give me that money Tlisa zaka, gafa Yimi 'mastandi la Tlisa zaka, gafa Yimi 'mastandi la Tlisa zaka, gafa Yimi 'mastandi la Tlisa zaka Yimi Yimi 'mastandi la Yeah Hope that you get it That I'm here to stay just like a habit Though I lost fame, I don't regret it Had to change the name, confuse the enemy Get it Really, I hope that you get it That I'm King of the living, give me credit And I sharpen my lyrics for the critics If you owe me my digits, better bring it, come on Eh Yimi 'mastandi, yeah Ngabuz' Dré, buz' Thandi, ey Ngine dladla e Motanyane, yeah Nginama dladla ang' dlali Eh Yimi 'mastandi, yeah Ngabuz' Dré, buz' Thandi, ey Ngine dladla e Motanyane, yeah Nginama dladla ang' dlali Yeah I'm Daveyton's land lord I'm Daveyton's land lord Yeah So quit playin' give me my money Yeah Homie quit playin' give me that money Yimi 'mastandi Yimi 'mastandi la Yimi 'mastandi Yimi 'mastandi la Oh, oh So quit playin' give me my money, yeah Homie quit playin' give me that money Tlisa zaka, gafa Yimi 'mastandi la Tlisa zaka, gafa Yimi 'mastandi la Tlisa zaka, gafa Yimi 'mastandi la Tlisa zaka Yimi Yimi 'mastandi la Every time I got to run after you kuze k'phele ne nyanga Homie give me my money What more do I got to say Every time I got to run after you kuze k'phele ne nyanga Homie give me my money What more do I got to say Every time I got to run after you kuze k'phele ne nyanga Homie give me my money What more do I got to say Every time I got to run after you kuze k'phele ne nyanga Homie give me my money What more do I got to say Yeah What more do I got to say Yimi 'mastandi so you got to pay This is my hood and I've done so much good Khumbul' e Sihlahleni, Area 1520 Gang What more do I got to say Yimi 'mastandi so you got to pay This is my hood and I've done so much good Khumbul' e Sihlahleni, Area 1520 Gang Manje seku Hip-Hop HangOuts No hapivaal, we bang out Zyda ng' gaye that banger 'cause Pele-Pele all the way up Eh Manje seku Hip-Hop HangOuts No hapivaal, we bang out Zyda ng' gaye that banger 'cause Pele-Pele all the way up Eh Yimi 'mastandi, yeah Ngabuz' Dré, buz' Thandi, ey Ngine dladla e Motanyane, yeah Nginama dladla ang' dlali Eh Yimi 'mastandi, yeah Ngabuz' Dré, buz' Thandi, ey Ngine dladla e Motanyane, yeah Nginama dladla ang' dlali Yimi 'mastandi, yeah Ngabuz' Dré, buz' Thandi, ey Ngine dladla e Motanyane, yeah Nginama dladla ang' dlali Eh Yimi 'mastandi, yeah Ngabuz' Dré, buz' Thandi, ey Ngine dladla e Motanyane, yeah Nginama dladla ang' dlali Nginama dladla ang' dlali
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bothering me (feat. magician rapper) 02:39
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Pele-Pele Production Hey, hey favor Hey, hey favor You're bothering me! Yeah! Every time you see me I'd be looking like I made it 'cause my swagger makes a noise! I've been out here doing umsebenzi on my own while you're chilling with your boys! You're bothering me! Yeah! I swear to God you're bothering me! Yeah, huh! Every time you hit me for a favor on the DM, you're bothering me! Yeah! Bothering Me, my nigga you're bothering me! Bothering me, tell me why you're bothering me!? Okay! Every time you hit me on the D.M Irritating because it's on the weekend Worst part it's late, in the P.M And I really hate it when it's not a Female Wanna get laid! Wen'u busy cela nama favor While I'm out here with a model And she's chilling with her ass on my face While she left her Man at her place She's out here spending money on a Nigga That she got from the lame! Point is, you're bothering me! Ung'phatha kwe gundwane because you're cornering me You're a parasite and that's a problem to me And you hate madala side, why are you bothering me? Yeah! Every time you see me I'd be looking like I made it 'cause my swagger makes a noise! I've been out here doing umsebenzi on my own while you're chilling with your boys! You're bothering me! Yeah! I swear to God you're bothering me! Yeah, huh! Every time you hit me for a favor on the DM, you're bothering me! Yeah! Bothering Me, my nigga you're bothering me! Bothering me, tell me why you're bothering me!? Okay! Every time I wake up, and I get it I wear a gold medal ngoba winning is a habit And I don't settle, got my sole on the paddle These rappers want to use me like a dope instrumental No Sir! Yabona manje ngiyan' exposer! Askin' for a favor because you're looking for exposure I'm gunning for the top And ang'zwani nama flop Can't you see I want to pop!? Got my bread in the toaster! Okay! Point is you're bothering me! You going to use me because you see a hustler in me The dreads make you see a Dwayne Carter in me Well I'm about to make a Mill, quit Bothering Me! Yeah! Every time you see me I'd be looking like I made it 'cause my swagger makes a noise! I've been out here doing umsebenzi on my own while you're chilling with your boys! You're bothering me! Yeah! I swear to God you're bothering me! Yeah, huh! Every time you hit me for a favor on the DM, you're bothering me! Yeah! Bothering Me, my nigga you're bothering me! Bothering me, tell me why you're bothering me!? Ah ah ah ah! Tlohela hotla le mathata Your baby daddy patlela bana I say ah ah ah! You're bothering me! Ah ah ah ah! Tlohela hotla le mathata Your baby daddy patlela bana Like, ah ah ah! You're bothering me!
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souljah (feat. aby fab) 04:06
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Yeah For months and for days I've been wondering when This war is going to end So I can see all of my friends And now I'm sitting here and staring at the fence Why, why Cause I'm a soldier Day one, ng'ya vuka, sey'a suka, seng'ya mover on Day two, ng'ya phusha, fede le soldier sel'ya guba On day three, I'm lazy, I'm crazy, I'm facing Imihla nange mihla 'gwanya 'masonja ne gravy Day four, ng'ya 'qhuba 'nyawo nazo sez'ya dumba On day five, 'vela 'mablista, so ng'ya wa hluba ntwana Khafula 'ma bullets, angeke 'wa kutse nje nge mvula 'cause Sekunzima manje nje nge razor seng'ya sika On day six, 'khomba 'Vutta Abo lova ng'ya ba groet Ng'ya phafuza, ng'ya khafula Futhi flow nje ngo mfula Microphone izo juluka Maw' sdakwa uzo buzuka Son, maw' lambile 'zo sutha Khokho vula, seng'ya dlula March, march, march, march ngje nge soldier March, march January, February, March nje nge soldier March, march, march, march ngje nge soldier March, march January, February, March nje nge soldier When the sun starts to shine, can't predict life If you keep on telling lies, I'll crush you like mice Ngiy' soldier from Daveyton, tshela mina 'funa uk' thini This is the life I'm living e kasi It's me telling you the truth again Style sam' siku vusa ek'seni Camouflage, boots on, my suitcase, again Again, please again It's me telling you the truth again Style sam' siku vusa ek'seni Angek' ungenze nex Ng'ya kwazi 'faka stress When it comes to 'Aby Fab' there's no one to contest Forever make it burst That's why you get cursed And now I'm on my knees, shout out to Jah Bless That's why you rise and fall I'm going to stand tall Strike once, strike twice, then I kick you like a ball, ah I'm the General, that's why I'm in control In life you got to work, so I've got it, overall Yeah For months and for days I've been wondering when This war is going to end So I can see all of my friends And now I'm sitting here and staring at the fence Why, why Cause I'm a soldier March, march, march, march ngje nge soldier March, march January, February, March nje nge soldier March, march, march, march ngje nge soldier March, march January, February, March nje nge soldier As I told you, I'm a soldier Shit Nje nge pitbull seng'ya luma ntwana Drain 'futha ntwana Nje ngo Kinte, seng'ya Kunta ntwana Day seven, eight, nine and ten, sez'ya shuba ntwana Shit Will I live to see day eleven Because I got a dream to turn my hood streets into a Heaven I'm an O.J, shout out to the young G We are out here hustling bona ba busy ngama Orgy Nga vuka ngo seven Soku day eleven and I'm still alive, only 'cause I had to beat the devil Yeah For months and for days I've been wondering when This war is going to end So I can see all of my friends And now I'm sitting here and staring at the fence Why, why Cause I'm a soldier March, march, march, march ngje nge soldier March, march January, February, March nje nge soldier Pele-Pele Production
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lonely (feat. aby fab & urbabiesdad) 04:12
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Pele-Pele Production Yeah, Eh! To me Hey! If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up! If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up! If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up! Throw your hands up, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up, Eh! Ever since you left Nothing has been going right in my life, it's a fact! Pain upon my chest, I can feel it I'm feeling pressed, but I'm healing from the depression I'm using a lotta sex for that Haa Haah! Okay, I know that it's a stretch Ngathi kune catch, lets meet next to the tent Ema Swazini, where we met Damnit, You were looking fresh! Bottom like an apple, wearing classics like a sampled track Ah Haah! Girl why you do this to me? Can't you see ever since you left I'm lonely, Eh!? Yeah! Why you got to do this to me? Every time I look at you, I lose it Yeah Eh! If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up Girl why you do this to me? Can't you see ever since you left I'm lonely, Eh!? Yeah! Why you got to do this to me? Every time I look at you I lose it Yeah Eh! If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up Let's make things right like you never left Let's bury this hatched like a demon down in hell So my bed became my girl, because I've been sleeping by myself And I reminisce about the times you laid upon my chest Busy laughing while we chat After having heavy sex Bed bouncing like a cheque That's a workout for my packs And you're scratching on my back While you're moaning like a cat Sweat dripping from my chest Listen to futur3 tracks, Why? Girl why you do this to me? Can't you see ever since you left I'm lonely, Eh!? Yeah! Why you got to do this to me? Every time I look at you, I lose it Yeah Eh! If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up Throw your hands up, throw your hands up Girl why you do this to me? Can't you see ever since you left I'm lonely, Eh!? Yeah! Why you got to do this to me? Yeah, Eh! Every time I look at you I lose it Yeah Eh!
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be my lover (feat. dynasty, t'mixbeatz & urbabiesdad) 03:04
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Ay Ay Are you ready for me D-Nasty Ay Hey Why am I T-T-T-Mix Beatz Hey Amalija Why am I The way you twist and grind for me Amalija Mado, mado Why am I The way you twist and grind for me Amalija You deh make me mado, mado Come be my lover Come be my lover It's your baby's dad Come be my lover I swear to God, the way you walk and the way you talk, honey Just makes me imagine the nature and depth of the things you do to me I love your smile The way you grind and twist for me I swear the way your hair falls back on your back makes me, horny Come be my lover Come be my lover Come be my lover Come be my lover Why am I The way you twist and grind for me Amalija Mado, mado Why am I The way you twist and grind for me Amalija You deh make me mado, mado Come be my lover Come be my lover Come be my lover Can you be my lover Can you be my lover Cause you gave me your tens and whenever we chat you send me emojies The way you handle our phone sex when you moan and you scream for me The way you laugh and the angel voice when you sing for me The way you smile and the way you grind Why am I The way you twist and grind for me Amalija Mado, mado Why am I The way you twist and grind for me Amalija You deh make me mado, mado Come be my lover Come be my lover Come be my lover Can you be my lover Can you be my lover, please
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ini mini money mo (feat. dome, sbo fokol, kay-e & magician rapper) 03:34
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Yo S.B.O Dankie Dome Oh Moment of silence in this And it's lit Domestic Violins in this And it's lit Bheke lez', zinga k' bhayizis' mpinch Woza la, new wave, fak'e stylin' mpinch Oh, moment of silence in this And it's lit Domestic Violins in this And it's lit Bheke lez', zinga k' bhayizis' mpinch' Woza la, new wave, fak'e stylin' I-I-I-I-I'm the man, I'm the futur3 Ini-mini-money-mo Ini-mini-money-mo Ini-mini-money-mo So, ng'ya bheka, ng'ya choose Ini-mini-money-mo Ini-mini-money-mo Ini-mini-money-mo So, ng'ya bheka, ng'ya choose Ini-mini-money-mo Ini-mini-money-mo Ini-mini-money-mo Cel'u leth'u achuz Ini-mini-money-mo Ini-mini-money-mo Ini-mini Bangene Kay-E I'm the Shit I'm the truth Ngiy' nkinga ka khulu Mang' fika ng'ya khuzwa Bathi yehlisa, 'yashisa achuz Shinsha ne mood Sazo kinciza ne thuli Maw' choma nge jeam le fake kau Ezam' zok' thela nge juice Zinja madoda S'fika sa mosha Gqwala matafula, s'phinda s'ya shosha Sthath' ama shambula, s'jik' ama corner Nalama' pantsula 'khipha 'ma torch Cava the pose Faka the cameras, cava the flows Mfana ng'ya shelela, cava the hoes Gqwala 'ma kamera Cava no Dome, mang' rapper 'ya chazeka I'm the man, I'm the truth Dala Gang is my crew Got your girl in a mood Tshel'a leth'u achuz Faka the juice, I'll be okay I feel like giving my money away Never a moment that I need to bae Seven chicks, a honey a day Ringa ngo Phindi, no Lilly, no Cindy No Mimi, no Tshidi, no Fifi, no Palesa I mean, I've been in the city I'm killing the scene They're feeling the rhythm, aw' gqwali ngan' Wu Phindi, no Lilly, no Cindy No Mimi, no Tshidi, no Fifi, no Palesa I'm the bomb and I'm been Call me Laden I'm in the Skyy, and I'm sippin' Only get high When I'm drinking, cava the company Spheth' ama yellow, they show me their thighs Ng'yodl'i chicken, look at her ass Finger lickin'; Abraham, so we linkin' I'm finna tap, her pussy be drippin' Le ngane i-wet, now I'm sinking Oh, mammie be fly, daar ku twitter She's full of life, like a liver Gave me brains without thinkin' Oh, ke lullaby, when I dick her I'm on life, nje ngo Slickour Cuff your wife, cause she winkin' Oh, ini-mini-money-mo She be cheating on the low She a ticking time bomb Any time she can blow So I hit her, then I go Hit Sbo on the phone S'vaye s'o bona u-Dome Oh, moment of silence in this bitch Domestic Violins in this bitch Bheke lez', zinga k' bhayizis' mpinch' Woza la, new wave, fak'e stylin' mpinch' I'm the man, I'm the futur3 Ini-mini-money-mo Ini-mini-money-mo Ini-mini-money-mo So, ng'ya bheka, ng'ya choose Ini-mini-money-mo Ini-mini-money-mo Ini-mini-money-mo We killed it Back it, and it's lit Kay-E, fab futur3, and it's lit Dankie Dome! Ini-mini-money-mo Since 'pheth'u achuz Nam' ng' pheth'u achuz You the one that I choose Ini-mini-money-mo S'hlala s'pheth'i mali So, Dala Gang is the crew, bae S.B.O
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tamati sos' (feat. paperchas3 & magician rapper) 03:34
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What 'we eating today, man? Oh snap, there's nothing Ah! Lemme go finish Home Alone All they do is envy, all I do is go and get it Nginok' vuka ek'seni Sbal' ng'thol'i fridge empty, oh no So I gotta go and get it No wonder they envy, I'm a dish ene spaghetti Tamati sauce, ke rotha tamati sauce Tamati sauce, ke rotha tamati sauce Tamati sauce, ke rotha tamati sauce Tamati sauce, ke rotha tamati sauce Yeah, I'm dripping sauce My drive powered by a horse I bees that nigga I paid the cost to be the boss My road to riches Please think before you double cross Me and my nigga, cause we never running at a loss Lookin' this fresh, must be a crime Bars got the nigga doin' the time In the studio writing rhymes I own the masters and the time I'm a gold digger, everything mine No record labels getting a dime My zodiac says I'm a star Libra God, read the signs Turned the hood into the breakfast club When I'm live, nigga envy all these fake nigga know what's up I'm that nigga, cause they need me Got that work every day Tariana calls me doc Every time he needs a hit He calls me by the shop All they do is envy, all I do is go and get it Nginok' vuka ek'seni Sbal' ng'thol'i fridge empty, oh no So I gotta go and get it No wonder they envy, I'm a dish ene spaghetti Tamati sauce, ke rotha tamati sauce Tamati sauce, ke rotha tamati sauce Tamati sauce, ke rotha tamati sauce Tamati sauce, ke rotha tamati sauce Cava the bands, cava the hun'eds Got the fanny pack filled with money Cava the sexy dolly, sbali Palesa, Daisy, Rose, no Mbali Me, I'm a cocky buddy, sbali Get it, a cocky buddy, sbali If you don't get it, I'ma break it down I feed 'em a whole lotta cock, sbali Fle-fle-flex, we stack 'em racks Nike boxes full of cash, check Fle-fle-flex, attracting rats With a pocket full of cheese, trap Fle-fle-flex, I spoiled that brat Then she hit me with a fresh text Fle-fle-flex, I'm from D-town That's a guaranteed flesh, sex Then she told me I'm the best, yes Round of applause when that a** claps Baby girl, ang'funi stressed, nex Oh, I swear you'll be my next ex Eish! Forgot the fridge is empty So I gotta go and get it While you haters envy, ng'buya ne saka eli heavy Hah! All they do is envy, all I do is go and get it Nginok' vuka ek'seni Sbal' ng'thol'i fridge empty, oh no So I gotta go and get it No wonder they envy, I'm a dish ene spaghetti Tamati sauce, ke rotha tamati sauce Tamati sauce, ke rotha tamati sauce Tamati sauce, ke rotha tamati sauce Tamati sauce, ke rotha tamati sauce All they do is envy, all I do is go and get it Nginok' vuka ek'seni Sbal' ng'thol'i fridge empty, oh no So I gotta go and get it No wonder they envy, I'm a dish ene spaghetti

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This right here, is [PART I] of the Double Album sequel, titled 'Rags2Riches: AnadaTrapStory.' As a Rapper, I always have a creative way of telling my audience, a story of MY LIFE; & this is IT!!!

It all began with my first Double Album release (15th March 2021), titled 'Rags To Riches: A Walk Of Tears.' Since my life is filled with amazing moments that I would love for my fans to witness & share with me, a sequel was the Best option I had.

This is the 2nd Edition of the 'Rags To Riches' Albums that I will be releasing throughout the remainder of my Music Career.

Enjoy!!!

NOTE: Using high quality headphones in the DARK, is highly recommended, when bumpin' my MUSIC.

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released June 12, 2022

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