Topsongs van Dj Clen
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lehlogonolo Mataboge
Songwriter
Phologo Mataboge
Songwriter
S'phamandla Mholonga
Songwriter
Rebotile Modika
Songwriter
Clendy “Dj Clen” Lebogo
Songwriter
Songteksten
Ey
Okay
Promise you they gon' remember the name
I put that shit on my grandmother grave
Counting these blessings I cannot complain
I don't be stressing it's part of the game
I got nothing to lose and whole lot to gain
Been through the pressure I'm used to the pain
I don't know how you lil **** was ey
I don't know how you lil **** was raised
Two person party inside the estate
Planning on flexing until I get strained
Show me a strain I'mma set it ablaze
Shawty so bad she cannot behave
She on her knees like she tryna get saved
Throwing it back like the shit a ey
Aye, throwing it back like the shit a bouquet
And I'm fucking her like we could die any day
Nobody better I'm resting my case
Never say never I'm never afraid
When I make history they want it erased
Don't give a fuck I be having my way
I'm in the cut I got smoke in my face
I just love being the **** they hate
I ain't letting you **** retire with grace
No way no way
I'm the one with the keys to the safe
Say grace, more plates
Tell your favourites ain't nobody safe
Big Bag, get that
Make waves
Sinba
Ay, Ok
I'mma have have to do it to em again
Bitch I been back in ma uhhh, back in ma
Bag yeah back in my Hermès
These **** so outta uhhh
So outta pocket they moved into purses
Still in the streets with the Qwa
Fede me pah if I got it I earned it
Bitch I been back in ma uhh, back in ma bag
Yeah I'm back in my Hermès
I came from struggling with blood at the
Bottom
To havin' a shawdy with blood in her bottom's
I'm still in the trap and the trap is still gruesome
You gotta transform or fall like autumn
See they tried to block him
But they couldn't stop him
Ntwana my tenacity's taming the city
The game isn't pretty but keep all your pity
I'm here for the crown and I'm taking it with me
Ngipheth' amashooter apheth' amacooler
Re kenya snaai ko di icing
Ba re this cake is enough to share
But fuck it I barely leave icing
Got a nice ting' right beside me
When that ass shake shit is seismic
She putting numbers on the richter, while
I'm flipping numbers getting richer
Bitch I been back in ma uhh, back in ma
Bag yeah back in my Hermès
These **** so outta uhhh
So outta pocket they moved into purses
Still in the streets with the Qwa
Fede me pah if I got it I earned it
Bitch I been back in ma uhh, back in ma bag
Yeah I'm back in my Hermes
Uh
Aye
Back in the day it was koko-ko
Now I step the Benzo
They want a photo
Bet you **** ain't know that I'm Solomon
Which just means that I'm getting
This solo money
I got too many styles
And you monotone
Ke Lepara my dawg and I'm stone cold
Undertaker, the game in a chokehold
Underground with the sound
But we go gold
All my haters are mpahlas
They all fold
How you comfortable breaking the
Bro code
Yeah, that **** a bum & a bozo
Double bookin
I'm fuckin' up both shows
Only triple A grass
Where the G.O.A.T goes
No way no way
I'm the one with the keys to the safe
Say grace, more plates
Tell your favourites ain't nobody safe
Big Bag, get that
Make waves, Sinba
Ay, Ok
I'mma have have to do it to em again
Bitch I been back in ma uhhh, back in ma
Bag yeah back in my Hermès
These **** so outta uhhh
So outta pocket they moved into purses
Still in the streets with the Qwa
Fede me pah if I got it I earned it
Bitch I been back in ma uhh, back in ma bag
Yeah I'm back in my Hermès
Written by: Clendy Lebogo, Lehlogonolo Mataboge, Phologo Mataboge, Rebotile Modika, S'phamandla Mholonga
