Top Songs By Malcolm No X
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chokelo Malcolm Masebe
Songwriter
Lyrics
Drinks on
Drinks on me
I raise a glass to my day ones
Drinks on me
Why we always creeping 'bout the same day
People always seem to talk about it every day
I do what I want say what you got to say
Cheers to my haters
Fuck you all-day
Why we always creeping 'bout the same day
People always seem to talk about it every day
I do what I want say what you got to say
Cheers to my haters
Fuck you all-day
Ah my intuition feeling like a baller
If she don't share man I swear ama call her
I'm fresher than your next
Like no other
I got tattoos on my wrist
I call it lava
Yeah
I got
Matters on matters man gimme a break
Mammies all over the place
Gimme a taste
I want me some good time
And good wine
She flew down from Cape Town
Girl, I know it's your time
Girl, I just wanna love you
Love you
Hug and kiss and touch you
You know that
Girl, I just wanna love you
Love you
My intuition feeling like a baller
If she don't share man I swear ama call her
I'm fresher than your next
Like no other
I got tattoos on my wrist
I call it lava
Why we always creeping 'bout the same day
People always seem to talk about it every day
I do what I want say what you got to say
Cheers to my haters
Fuck you all-day
Why we always creeping 'bout the same day
People always seem to talk about it every day
I do what I want say what you got to say
Cheers to my haters
Fuck you all-day
Rest in peace to Kobe
Michael Jackson OG
When I pull up on the scene
Don't think you know me
I'm a product of a king
If you know you know me
Yeah
I got her thighs on me
She the type that's always with me
She the type for keeps no nonsense
I gotta do my part (Won't let you down)
Overtime tick-tock (Won't let you down)
Win your heart no stop (Won't let you down)
Gotta feed our love (Won't let you down)
I swear I wont let you down
My intuition feeling like a baller
If she don't share man I swear ama call her
I'm fresher than your next
Like no other
I got tattoos on my wrist
I call it lava
Why we always creeping 'bout the same day
People always seem to talk about it every day
I do what I want say what you got to say
Cheers to my haters
Fuck you all-day
Why we always creeping 'bout the same day
People always seem to talk about it every day
I do what I want say what you got to say
Cheers to my haters
Fuck you all-day
Writer(s): Chokelo Masebe
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