YoungstaCPT - Come To My Kasi lyrics

(verse one) (priddy ugly) nah ha I'm not feeling ya dawgs at all Undertake the choker I'll grab your neck and I'll drop you all Micheal Jordan with the ball and then I dunk you all I'm like the Pope with these verses I give no f**s at all Ask my ex why there ain't no problem I couldn't solve Jehovah's witness with the doors n***a I knock em all treat these rappers like my sons n***a adopt em all Teach you a lesson take you to school and then drop you off co*ky bad b**h You ain't getting no co*k at all in your mouth the only time a n***a will drop the ball let the government fall really no f**s at all lemme tell you bout some n***as that you don't want me to call I know street n***as discreet n***as that will beat n***as treat n***as like pimples and pop em all they will bleed n***as end yo life no cops involved leave no evidence really my n***a the glocks dissolved Bang Bang! shoot you dead and send your body to your mama as a souvenir like it's a game to rappers like truth or dare and it's dare there ain't nothing you can do from there Accept the dollar that we want it's f**in dollars that we want Danny Kasi Sneyman make you qwala with the blunt Cap city got me I got mapara in a cut Caracaras in the dust with Mamparas in the front Ekse salaam with yo c*nt So ba vala nga ma-stunt Se ba valalela phandle Le lo qalalela fatshe Se dit in Afrikaans Poes jy kry nie n kans and the name is gotta be Ugly Kgalemela lenyatso (hook) Come To My Kasi Woza (The bras got the juice The bras got the loose) I said Come To My Kasi Woza (The bras got the roots the Ma's got the fruits) Come To My Kasi Woza (The tannie got the koeks and Ugly got the hoek-hoeks so you can) Come To My Kasi Woza (Y'all ain't got the root but y'all ain't ghat the crook-crooks so you can) Come to my Kasi woza Come to My. Come to my Kasi Woza Come to my. Come to my Woza Come to My Kasi Woza (verse two) (YoungstaCPT) Michelangelo's brushes touches the canva** it comes to life the son of Christ every verse I write is with a bloody knife I'm dynamite a Dog that bites Copy cats and prototypes You a socialite that's the reason you can't control the might so f** a socialite on the corners is where I chill on rappers want beef and I'm hangin em up like Biltong You juss a fancy man in a p**y with granny Panties don't call me fam or family keep it clean like Handy Andy I'm like Sonic the Hedgehog quick to give you a headshot I bust a rhyme with dreadlocks kick the door like it's kellogs We s**ing out the wedlock and baby made the pedro I have so many b**hes you would think I got the petshop Rappers need to get jobs and stop saying they slept on because we heard their songs but it's softer than the Air con You see us being stepped on It's right to be a step wrong coz I'm a motherf**er and I juss raped your stepmom so f** the next song Lead this right to the end go tell your friends Julle Naaiers this is Kaapstads revenge Coz I got more bars than Psychiatric infirmaries You'll get murdered internally With no doubt or uncertainty You was nasty like Surgery exaggerate like I murder these Learn from me like a bursary You'll get burnt like it's Tertiary Coz fees have to fall (when?) Immediately Urgently Verses are ripped perfectly I juss k**ed you with courtesy CPT (hook) Come To My Kasi Woza (The bras got the juice The bras got the loose) I said Come To My Kasi Woza (The bras got the roots the Ma's got the fruits) Come To My Kasi Woza (The tannie got the koeks and Ugly got the hoek-hoeks so you can) Come To My Kasi Woza (Y'all ain't got the root but y'all ain't ghat the crook-crooks so you can) Come to my Kasi woza Come to My. Come to my Kasi Woza Come to my. Come to my Woza Come to My Kasi Woza