Paroles de Skhandaville

Paroles de Skhandaville Par K.O

I can’t take this shit no more
Take this shit no more
Angisakhon’ ukuzibamb’ can’t fake this shit no more
Fake this shit no more
I-starring esinje kule-game ngek’ niphinde nisbone
Ngeke n’zeniphinde nisbone
Niyophik’sana nodwa and it ain’t mybusiness boy
Ain’t my business boy, fuck this shit
Awu major figures dawg
Isjumbane le izofik’ isxove
Nina liyasina liyanijeqez’ lokhu libele ni-claim’a ni-busy ni-forsta
Soka lamanyala, serial cheater maar le-game ngey’ izingi divorce
U-cherrymayethi ngek’ angifebele that’s something I take with a pinch of salt
Skhanda republic, reloaded
And I ain’t rapping no more ngiyi poet
So dedicated, devoted
Nom’ ungang’zonda, I’ma keep going
I got a big crib I don’t even show it
And I want no company cos i don’t enjoy it
Maar leyongane ngizoyingena ngo-reverse
Then I’ll put her on her back ngoba vele she’s forward (for it, for it, for it)
Chuckle
Nasty with it nasty with it nasty with it
We K.O hawu yazi ngiyayiqhenya ngawe njalo mangik’bhek’ espilini
Talk some shit, smack them silly
Talk my shit, smash the city
Bar man beng’ re-kwesta uleth’ ingud’ uleth’ i-spirit
Jaiva sweetie awuyek’ ukuyiqinisa
Style I’m still the freshest with it
K’qhum’ okusanhlamvana tse ntswep’ tse blind ezipheth’ u-cash sezifikile
Microphone I’m besties with it
Rhymes and flows yeah that’s infinite
Klippa for i-booking kulonyaka the price is more than that, let’s get it

Ntate
Ao sa atumela fela ka mona na
Eya
Ha e kaba hore o na le motsotsonyana ko a tumele mona
Ke qoqe le wena ka pele nyana fela ntate
Sin simma sin simma
Who got the keys to my Bimma?
Sin sima sin simma
Who got the keys to my Bimma?
(Welcome to the planet)

Isphithiphith’ kwandonga z’yadum’
Bayafik’ abanye bayaphum’
In these streets baval’ amathuba
I pulled my piece kwavele kwashuba
Ngishintsh’ i-gear nginyathel’ amafutha
Tshel’ uEve asinik’ apula
Kush’ ispinza nama tycoon
3 klippa is in a duffel bag my nigga
She wanna go to Dubai fornice bags
Maar akasitsheli ulala namakhehl’ anemali to buy that
Angilwi, angilwi chuckle

All that talking doesn’t move me
He’s just barking inja engalumi
He’s cornball ibhari moemish
I’m still on my shit absolutely
You nigga fell off ja
Yeah you nigga fell off umhlab’ unihlulile
She’s a catfish tryna fool me
Akakhiph’ i-filter mhlambe mubi (Shuuuu)
Bade lam’ bade lam’ bade lami k’shubile
Iyohhhh, iyohh ntate k’shubile (Bade)
Bade lam’ bade lam’ bade lami k’shubile
Iyohhhh, Iyohhh

We going viral what a movie
Dreams and nightmares I’m the new Meek
Illuminati can’t recruit me
Paper paper izikhwama ziqumbile
Virgil trainers izaz’ i-Louis
Iskibh’ i-short pant Skhanda two-piece
Brand new Porsche i-spyder i-two-seater
Kuqhum i-pipe elikhaful’ umlilo
I’mma do me
Sin sima sin sima
Who got the keys to my Beema?
(Skirrrrt skirrrrt)
Sin sima sin sima
Who got the keys to my Beema?
(Whiiiiing)

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