| Egyptian cotton sleep in peace while y’all speak of me
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| Disoriented reality has become like dreams
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| I’m contemplating to give up rap and become like Keith
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| That’s Keith Bothongo oh where’s my manners that’s Doctor B
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| Everytime we speak, I wonder what he sees in me
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| They say surround yourself with greats, I do it frequently
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| If you a boss we split it equally
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| My baby Momma’s from Durban but the coat was made in Italy
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| See we don’t celebrate failures of an enemy
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| Even my enemy’s enemy is not a friend to me
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| Collaborating for destruction is just not allowed
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| If you a real one then you would know what I’m talking about
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| I prefer to go to war with my own guns
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| Don’t wanna share all this glory with no one
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| Except the people that really love me, that family
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| The ones that protect me even when they are mad at me
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| It’s pretty clear that I’ve done well at this life thing
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| That’s what I think when I pull up at my crib
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| Take out my phone and scroll through Black Coffee’s IG
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| And I think yeerr batho ba phela mo lifeng
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| That’s what happens when you focus on another man
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| There’s always somebody richer, always a smarter cat
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| Always gonna be somebody out there with a harder flex
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| But none of them are me, never gon' be another Cass
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| I used to love the game but now I love myself
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| I’m filthy rich and you can tell by how I smell
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| I be like fa-fa, ladies be like sbwl
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| Then it’s ah ah later back at the hotel
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| I’m fresh as hell, in my cazals
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| I’m in the spur looking like I never took an L
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| My white mumies call me Nyo’vest
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| Don’t rush your process
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| Chasing another man’s progress
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| We living soft
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| Alles oor familie that’s flex that’s flex
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| All about family that’s flex that’s flex
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| Alles oor familie that’s flex that’s flex
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| My life is changing I’m about to be a father
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| My son is already blessed he’s got a starter
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| I feel secure I think I picked the perfect mother
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| I’m forced to grow and certain are kinda harder
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| I think I might let go of the Bentley
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| Cause I don’t wanna see his little stomach go empty
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| I would rather keep the crib, that’s more important
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| So him and my baby mom will always got a place to live
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| I used to care about all the opinions
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| Now all I care about is family reunions
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| Fuck a Brazilian my baby mama hair look Indian
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| She smart and plus she worth a couple millions
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| Shout out to Jabba he prepared me for my league
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| I know the traps I get up early for my cheese
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| Uncle Cassper grinding heavy for my niece
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| So fuck a 6 pack we living in the belly of the beast
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| I feel like, I’ve seen it done, done it all
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| It’s more memorable when I’m involved
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| Yeah I started small but look how I evolved
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| 20 thousand in the stands is just something small
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| Still driven yeah I hardly walk
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| I need a pista for the blister soon that’s that Ferrari talk
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| You know the saying, more money more problems, that’s true
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| But somehow we stress less and we party more
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| Put Paul McCartney on, trips through safaris
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| While sip on canary, and explore the Kalahari
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| The young boys they love to make noise like Kawasaki
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| I know the shit I’m wearing look plain but it’s Versace
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| Rich mnisi polos for the evening
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| Maxhosa masks you know the combo always sickening
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| Nna ke ratile sdwadlo since kele pikinini
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| And I’ma need to see your glasses up if you feeling me
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| Alles oor familie that’s flex that’s flex
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| All about family that’s flex that’s flex
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| Alles oor familie that’s flex that’s flex
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| All about family that’s flex that’s flex
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| Cassper when you flexing, family
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| All about family
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| All my family
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| Brothers and sisters
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| Cousins and aunties
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| Cassper oucea flexing
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| Anthony flexing
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| S.A. flexing
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| North Carolina flexing
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| It’s all about the love
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| All about the love
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| Family
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| I do this for family
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| All about family
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| Ooh Cassper, Anthony |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Egyptian Cotton , by - Cassper Nyovest. Song from the album A.M.N (Any Minute Now), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп