Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magriza, artist - AKA. Date of issue: 14.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Magriza |
| I’m too connected, too well respected |
| Bitches hanging up all my posters with the prestik |
| If I do it like I’m supposed to? |
| It’s expected |
| Please don’t bother me for a photo, but the guest list |
| Yeses, take it back to the essence |
| TDK cassette shit, still a pedestrian |
| Oh yeah, I’m talking way back |
| Way back when English or Vernac was still a question |
| I’m the one they aim at, we don’t pay the same tax |
| Don’t stay in the same flats, we ain’t in the building |
| Rappers in a wack place, niggas got bad taste |
| Tried to give me handshakes, I don’t ever field them |
| Champagne give me toothache |
| Bruce Wayne in the Coupe |
| You niggas trapping on a Tuesday? |
| I hit the stu' and hit the Duvet |
| Bird’s eye, point of view |
| So high, Gorilla Glue |
| North side, chilling in the pool |
| Tropika, so smooth |
| To the niggas out stylin', profiling, limousine riding |
| Jet flying, jet skiing, ooh, reel in the deal |
| I can’t believe it, bitch niggas catch feelings |
| Drop top, no ceiling |
| Top spot, no seating |
| Can you feel it? |
| (yebo) |
| We don’t catch feelings (hell no) |
| If you a bloodclout stay in your lane |
| Rudeboy better get out my way |
| If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain |
| Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game, eh |
| I done suffered for the cause |
| Summer after summer I put numbers on the board |
| Damn, am I the only rapper with the balls |
| To say I don’t really give a fuck about awards? |
| All I ever wanted was applause |
| All you ever wanted was a Porsche |
| I’m rocking stunners you wouldn’t cava in the mall |
| You Stevie Wonder when the zaka is involved |
| Greedy with the arms, feed you water on the lawn |
| Dripping sauce, that’s cheese Parmesan |
| I don’t fuck with broads I just feed it to my dogs |
| 20 Jager bombs got you reaching for the stars, yay |
| I’m just trying to be honest |
| Niggas in the game treat me like I’m a target |
| Go ahead, put the blame on me |
| I’m the same OG, I just made more cheese |
| I was at the SAMAs in the nosebleed seats |
| Fast forward 2 years I ain’t wrote no speech |
| Got a plaque, plaque by my old PC |
| Now I’m finna count racks like I’m Motsepe |
| To the niggas out stylin', profiling, limousine riding |
| Jet flying, jet skiing, ooh, reel in the deal |
| I can’t believe it, bitch niggas catch feelings |
| Drop top, no ceiling |
| Top spot, no seating |
| Can you feel it? |
| (yebo) |
| We don’t catch feelings (hell no) |
| If you a bloodclout stay in your lane |
| Rudeboy better get out my way |
| If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain |
| Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game, eh |
| Hah, ten year veteran, uh |
| The best, that’s evident |
| Even as a freshman I deaded them |
| But then again these gentlemen are like Thomas Edison, huh |
| Boy I got plenty rings |
| Had to give one to this hot melanin |
| It ain’t a thing, I came from Buttabing |
| So Will Smith never taught me what independence is |
| I’m from the era of the genesis |
| Designer raps, fuck your measurements |
| Som tshela u-sis ak’tshela what a fetish is |
| So I can finesse and finish it at the Radisson |
| Boy I make pretty money |
| Hand some to my people, now ain’t a nigga ugly |
| Anisebahle |
| That’s word from some big account |
| Used to roll a whole fucking bank |
| And get high as Orion’s belt |
| And now we roll up to the fucking bank |
| It’s all green on both sides of the fence, eish |
| To the niggas out stylin', profiling, limousine riding |
| Jet flying, jet skiing, ooh, reel in the deal |
| I can’t believe it, bitch niggas catch feelings |
| Drop top, no ceiling |
| Top spot, no seating |
| Can you feel it? |
| (yebo) |
| We don’t catch feelings (hell no) |
| If you a bloodclout stay in your lane |
| Rudeboy better get out my way |
| If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain |
| Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game, eh |