Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Africa, artist - $ILKMONEY. Date of issue: 20.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Africa |
| Bitch, as I was sayin', don’t you touch a motherfuckin' button up here, bitch. |
| Nothin' in this cockpit, ho. |
| You gon' fuck around and crash this ship so don’t |
| you touch a motherfuckin' thang up here, bitch |
| Ayy, mayday, nigga! |
| This- this is the- this is the Nebu Kinigga, nigga. |
| I’m 'bout to crash land. |
| I don’t know where the fuck I’m goin', |
| somebody send me the coordinates or somethin', nigga! |
| Where the- where the |
| fuck am I goin', nigga?! |
| 8.7, 34.5 longitude and latitude |
| With a 4.0 and no less than a 3.5 inside of the classroom |
| I’m carcinogen and give a bitch every inch of dick as if it’s past due |
| I give her Yelp a bad review and stomp a nigga out |
| In a pair of all white Stacy Adams tappin' shoes |
| «Oh shit, CuumMoney, them niggas on ya dick» |
| Oh well, that’s bad news |
| I took a nap, now I’m back to stay on a nigga naps |
| Like S-curls, line ups, and head tattoos |
| Everything around me, nigga, you know that cash rules |
| Get edged up in a fitted cap like Papoose |
| Every bar a meal, my nigga, I’m spittin' rap food |
| Try to play real and won’t hesitate to clap you |
| Shit, bitch, we gotta switch to a different curriculum |
| It’s ridiculous how my dick, it just swing like a pendulum |
| «All he does is talk about his dick, what a waste of penmanship» |
| My same pen from my penmanship is the pen I take attendance with |
| Same pen from attendance is the same pen I fuck these bitches with |
| Same pen I fuck bitches with, I use to write down these digits quick |
| The digits hit and add up to what would have been before difference split |
| So I hit Africa with the same bitch from licks I attended with |
| 87−83−2- south, 34.50.85. |
| east (Wah) |
| 87−83−2- south, 34.50.85. |
| east (Ha) |
| 87−83−2- south, 34.5- nah, hold up man, nah-nah, fuck that shit, nigga (Wah) |
| Africa, Africa, Africa, that shit so magical |
| What happen, what happen, happen to us, shit was so tragic, then |
| They sacked us, then shackled, and packed us up |
| Promised us promise land |
| Then beat us, reteach us, mistreat us, gentrifying where we stand |
| I’m grown now, mama, I’m grown now, teach me these truths I type |
| 'Bout how they really not tryna protect me but wanna take my life |
| 'Bout how they try to portray me as ugly, but imitate my plight |
| 'Bout how Jesus ain’t real and my cries only unearth my fight |
| Teach me 'bout the Asiatic black man and how he is me |
| Teach me 'bout how «nigga» derives from «negus» and it means «king» |
| Teach me 'bout Haile Selassie and Emperor Menelik |
| I want to be God if that’s what it means for me |
| To be a G |