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Deco D.C
Deco D.C
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Eish mo lifeng Ke majita ama baya Ba phela lifestyle engwe e wrong ya maaka Fake life fake lifestyle Mara rekase ba bolele wantshwara Are pheleng wa utlwisisa general Wena wayaka man Wena wayaka san Ene rao bona wa jumpisa Rena okasere juti Wena wayaka man Wena wayaka san Ene rao bona wa jumpisa Rena okasere juti Mfano wayaka hasaje selo re mmona kao posta zaka Haoka bona account mfan otlo phanya o setse kao reka data Mara ke life mfan rao feela nete sa phelela strata Haoka mpona kee posta witsi ase selo mfana re fitlha tse kotsi Nekeba washa kenale mathata Bona ba mphanya Gaole broke bare o joke geo tshwara zaka o bro Nete sa tshepa dimedi geo shapa ka nama asore wi one Nna hakee tshwere akeeje le banyana ke betcha mamazala Ere ke bolela le bona nyana Mochen Koe thoma ka ghost motlwele Animal farm where I'm from the whole neighborhood call me the ghost Skeema di sniper ice on the scope Haona tsao gidla re checkile coast Abracadabra you'd think she's on fire the way that lil bitch jump out of her clothes wi tlhokomele I got a bitch from the north who's dancing like cardi she calling me offset She say she love me for my personality nna keno nyaka lepoutjeke Two tone from the thong strap double flavour top deck If it aint money we dont care Never pick up never call back I'm yelling tranquillo to all my amigos they willing to do anything for the cheque Wena warasa hao bolele nex General sitting on top of the ranks Bare mochen batlwele baheme ke tshwere frontline and taking offence Gekemo nyaka I'm fixing my target If she come around then I'm taking my chances When we celebrate we don't post All we do is fuckin toast Gere tshwere zaka we don't flex Wena o tlhabile mashata When we celebrate we don't post All we do is fuckin toast Gere tshwere zaka we don't flex Wena o tlhabile mashata Wena wayaka man Wena wayaka san Ene rao bona wa jumpisa Rena okasere juti Wena wayaka man Wena wayaka san Ene rao bona wa jumpisa Rena okasere juti Came for the money you niggas is soft Ka fisa ke buletse stofo Glove on my hand bankitsi ke soh Michael Jackson the moon that I walk I tell all my niggas don't stay on the floor I said it before I been hella cautious Shota lelapa joh bare ke tlhoho Modimo sebele ke tlhahella se thor Man I cannot fuck with you niggas for less Water sufficient the drip that I dress The tape like an album ba mpotsa ke tshele Thuba mazaza ke goile le zet Kamo gomora ke nyaka mazet Joh bare ke pudi lesaka ke pack Sorry to tell you I know that I'm next The shit that I drop is as good as it gets I got a bitch from the north she's dancing like cardi she calling me offset I said I'll be back for the shawty terminated ties o mpitsa ka schwarzenegger I can really wait jo ke tswile ka kasi I'm here for the money I said that Wena wayaka your whole shit is fake you don't have a reason to post that spoko When we celebrate we don't post All we do is fuckin toast Gere tshwere zaka we don't flex Wena o tlhabile mashata When we celebrate we don't post All we do is fuckin toast Gere tshwere zaka we don't flex Wena o tlhabile mashata Wena wayaka man Wena wayaka san Ene rao bona wa jumpisa Rena okasere juti Wena wayaka man Wena wayaka san Ene rao bona wa jumpisa Rena okasere juti
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