More songs by Tkay Maidza
Description
Producer: Maths Time Joy
Unknown: Tkay Maidza
Unknown: Tkay Maidza
Composer Lyricist: Kareem James
Composer Lyricist: Takudzwa Maidza
Composer Lyricist: Timothy Worthington
Lyrics and translation
Original
Dread head, pop out the neck With the cutlass, clean up the set Dread head, pop out the neck With the cutlass, clean up the set Me nuh beg friend, me nuh take stress You sayin' that you feelin' love, what's next?
Attitude gal, foot up on necks Main event, these niggas want press Stage left, these bitches stay pressed
Forty inch, acrylics pressed No show if they never givin' my check Go ghost, ice cold as it gets Me nuh run joke, me nuh take chat Talk loud, but dem soft like Pat
Man try test, take a mash like Scott Me step clean inna boot or block One step, then me tip it dead right back Several on a tour and the jeans dem wrap Dem want style, but dem style get jacked Might stay calm, but I still might slap For my vendors and my stand on Paid a couple bands on Made it look good, it's sick, it's on the way, stand on Daddy cut the check and bring the motherfuckin' bands on
Tell a man the pressure I can dress around the stand on Them never did the same, nah Never did touch rents, so I said to tell your mans do better, yeah
Never did the same, nah Never did touch rents, so I said to tell your mans do better, yeah Me nuh beg friend, me nuh take stress You sayin' that you feelin' love, what's next?
Attitude gal, foot up on necks Main event, these niggas want press Stage left, these bitches stay pressed Forty inch, acrylics pressed No show if they never givin' my check Go ghost, ice cold as it gets I just wanna now I just wanna now I just wanna now Dem a gwan yute, but I just wanna now I just wanna now I just wanna now Dem a gwan yute, but Me nuh beg friend, me nuh take stress You sayin' that you feelin' love, what's next?
Attitude gal, foot up on necks Main event, these niggas want press Stage left, these bitches stay pressed Forty inch, acrylics pressed No show if they never givin' my check Go ghost, ice cold as it gets Bubble in the mink to the thigh through the seam All the miles taken while he beggin' for a dream Dipped off the lot, red leather on the G-Wagon Pull up on the block like a still from a scene Name one time I didn't clean Seven carry bitches on my Bella Bella jean If it don't stop, then I ain't liftin' up a dream In about a paper, dem a catch me on the screen Crawl too high just to touch on my regime Don't get cute tryna step inside the league Been that bitch since flip phone to beats though Era been hot since the Motorola ring Pose for a vibe and I pose for Celine Silk on my skin like a diamond in McQueen Paved my line, now they pay me in fees I'm blockin' out the bad, now I'm sittin' down at peace I just wanna now I just wanna now I just wanna now Dem a gwan yute, but I just wanna now I just wanna now
I just wanna now Dem a gwan yute, but Me nuh beg friend, me nuh take stress You sayin' that you feelin' love, what's next?
Attitude gal, foot up on necks Main event, these niggas want press Stage left, these bitches stay pressed Forty inch, acrylics pressed No show if they never givin' my check Go ghost, ice cold as it gets