Master A Flat - Kontrol lyrics

[Hook: AKA] I got that goose in the booth, no dash Quarter tank, 2am, puff puff pa** Big body Benz no gas, swag So when the party ends I'mma call a few cabs Aaaahhh [Verse 1: AKA] 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 k** my vibe, no Bambinos in my ride Hot sixteen no pedophile Guess I'm just, acting my age n***as 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? [Hook: AKA] I got that goose in the booth no dash Quarter tank, 2am puff puff pa** 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 [Verse 2: Da L.E.S.] 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 p**y for me, it's bottom line, stone cold I go hard in the bank, f** 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 b**hes that go wild for me Cause I'm k**ing all of these bars b**h, now somebody order another round for me [Hook] [Verse 3: AKA] 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 [Hook]