Come To My Kasi lyrics

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KLY (SA)



[Intro:]
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 1: Priddy Ugly]
Nah
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*cks at all
Ask my ex why there ain't no problem I couldn't solve
Jehovah's witness with the doors, n*gga, I knock 'em all
Treat these rappers like my sons n*gga adopt 'em all
Teach you a lesson take you to school and then drop you off
c*cky bad chick, You ain't getting no c*ck at all
In your mouth the only time a n*gga will drop the ball
Let the government fall
Really no though f*ck the law
Lemme tell you bout some n*ggas that you don't want me to call
I know street n*ggas, discreet n*ggas that will beat n*ggas
Treat n*ggas like pimples and pop 'em all
They will bleed n*ggas end yo life no cops involved
Leave no evidence really my n*gga the Glocks dissolved
Bang, Bang! Shoot you dead
And send your body to your mama as a souvenir
Like it's a game to them it's 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*ckin 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 valele ngaphandle
Le lo qalalela fatshe
Sê dit in Afrikaans Poes jy kry nie n kans
'N die naam Priddy Ugly, kgalemela lenyatso
[Chorus: YoungstaCPT, Priddy Ugly]
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, 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)

[Post-Chorus]
Come to my kasi, woza
Come to my-, come to my, woza
Come to my-, come to my, woza
Come to my kasi, woza

[Verse 2: Youngsta CPT]
Michelangelo's brushes touches the canvass 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 mic
So f*ck a social life
On the corners is where I chill on
Rappers want beef and I'm hangin em up like Biltong
You just a fancy man in a pus*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
Get it all like it's Kellogg's
We sexing out the wedlock and baby made the bed rock
I have so many b*tches you would think I got the pet shop
Rappers need to get jobs and stop saying they slept on
Because we heard their songs but it's softer than the Aircon
Your city's being stepped on
It's right to be this dead wrong
'Cause I'm a motherf*cker and I just met your stepmom
So f*ck the next song, let this ride to the end
Go tell your friends julle Naaiers, this is Kaapstads revenge
'Cause I got more bars than Psychiatric infirmaries
You'll get murdered internally
With no doubt or uncertainty
You as Plastic as Surgery
Exaggerate like hyperboles
Learn from me like a bursary
You'll get burnt like it's Tertiary
'Cause fees have to fall (When?)
Immediately Urgently
Verses are written perfectly
I just killed you with courtesy, CPT
[Chorus: YoungstaCPT, Priddy Ugly]
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, 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)

[Post-Chorus]
Come to my kasi, woza
Come to my-, come to my, woza
Come to my-, come to my, woza
Come to my kasi, woza
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