Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kontrol, artist - AKA. Date of issue: 06.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kontrol |
| I got that goose in the booth, no dash |
| Quarter tank, 2am, puff puff pass |
| Big body Benz no gas, swag |
| So when the party ends I’mma call a few cabs |
| Aaaahhh |
| Sipping that goose, smoking that ooooo lalala |
| Girls just wanna have fun, party like one, nanana |
| Spend my funds, ShowTibz Love, Tibs, Boyzn Bucks |
| Please don’t kill my vibe, no Bambinos in my ride |
| Hot sixteen no pedophile |
| Guess I’m just, acting my age |
| Niggas practising hate |
| Went from 5 clippa to 25 steena a day |
| Sip champagne, when you order you should «Parlez Vous Francaise» |
| Then we can take this back to my place, so what you say? |
| I got that goose in the booth no dash |
| Quarter tank, 2am puff puff pass |
| Big body Benz no gas, swag |
| So when the party ends I’mma call a few cabs |
| Aaaah |
| I got a fist full of Madibas in my hand |
| Catch me on a highway rolling with my gang |
| Khuli Chana pop your collar, phuz’utshwala man |
| Thank God it’s a Friday, here we go again |
| And I be like uh oh, I’m so gone |
| I’m so faded, I’m so blown |
| Like how the hell did I get here, and how the hell am I getting home? |
| I don’t care bring more kush |
| I don’t care bring more domes |
| Keep popping that pussy for me, it’s bottom line, stone cold |
| I go hard in the bank, fuck what you heard this my city |
| My eyes low, blowing dank cause only the realest ride with me |
| Mandela money that empowers me and a bunch of bad bitches that go wild for me |
| Cause I’m killing all of these bars bitch, now somebody order another round for |
| me |
| I got Givenchy on my back, your mami on my lap |
| My bottom row? |
| That’s solid gold. |
| Diwali on my neck |
| Egoli hoes chase phony bros, for Patek Philippe and Rolex |
| But that’s how it goes, another episode, when I’m riding round in this Benz |
| My haters is quiet. |
| My ganja’s so loud |
| They call me Hip Hop Messiah flyer than your pantsula, woah |
| I’m drinking and driving thinking 'bout money and power |
| Smoking that sticky, eyes as chinky as Shinji Kagawa |