Skoloto. Lyrics

Yeah get Trigga on the phone

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Re phelela dikoloto

Koloto

Koloto

Koloto

Koloto

Samsogolo

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(S'funa le mali)

Re phelela dikoloto

Koloto

Koloto

Koloto

Koloto

(S'funa le mali)

Samsogolo

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(S'funa le mali)

Re phelela dikoloto

Koloto

Koloto

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Yeah ah (S'funa le mali)

Im calling Malema like God isn't there

I need a tender like handle with care

Money for scammers with shots in the air

Baddies and bottles will go like a pair

Tsena Montana like I got the shares

Leave with a bill that could leave you in tears

What is it worth

To stunt on these bitches and flirt

Gifting my niggas with Mercs

Fuck it I need it

They say that you ask and receive it

But my Godly favors depleted

I'm asking for more

ANC rallys and tours

Political money le stock

I don't let humble days humble me

Ah

Never hang shit up like dungaree

Ah

Back to my flows and I cope

This ain't no life line you niggas got suicide ropes

That's why I ain't taking no favours

Look how we move like we majors

Clearing out all the bodegas

I'm changing my neighbours

Only the money could save us

Only the money could save us

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Re phelela dikoloto

Koloto

Koloto

Koloto

Koloto

Samsogolo

Sogolo

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(S'funa le mali)

Re phelela dikoloto

Koloto

Koloto

Koloto

Koloto

(S'funa le mali)

Samsogolo

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(S'funa le mali)

Re phelela dikoloto

Koloto

Koloto

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Koloto

Ah ay (S'funa le mali)

Matlolo ma nigga we up for the post

The promise I made to my mama on oath

Two seater flatline e tsena ko konka

Wait till my money right ngwana wa Donda

Cameras click when we land

Turning your chick to a stan

Money could do that

Turning your chick to a cult

Six of her friends in a Bolt

Money could do that

Ke mfana wa Seshego

Home of the brave or get killed

I need a steak of the mill

No money from forex

Rich neighbourhoods that could make you a tourist

I came from the poorest

Sleeping my grandmama kitchen

When all of my cousins would visit we kick it

Simplicit

Back when I faked all my lyrics

Back when I faked all my lyrics

We got it from here

Mama dry all of your tears

Pockets were skinny ka o wota

Crocodile tears ke lacosta

We got it from here

Mama dry all of your tears

Mama dry all of your tears