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lirik lagu run witty – kyc

[verse1: re-g]
started from krump now i’m murking these rappers to make some quick money
yk b-tch i ain’t got nun to say buh we kingly, we kingly
blaq ink st–z ma niqqa i’m yellin endors-m-nt, endors-m-nt
no compet-tion cause morgan is too fvcken awesome
this rap sh-t is a gift and curse
bout who does it best not who did it first
i’m gettin too sick yeah need my own nurse
now its 2k for this short niqqa verse
murking these rappers were the fvck is a he-rs-
paper planes that ain’t throwback
so i cuff her heart, cuff her heart and i ain’t talk about that cardiac
coal!

[hook: kyc x re-g]
nkosi, sikelela, thina, thina nama geng
witty ….. wittycoal city
we up in the clouds this music be making our circle stay round
i walk in the room and i’m hurt their ears cause my kush is too loud

[verse2: kyc]
keep your cool be the name
kyc – ogb
yea we running the city
bbe be clique
conservation on us
but the talent is natural
counting on my success
you can swear that
my hustle is f-cking numerical
why you hating
you saw that your steady
was living her life for your wallet
what’s going on
with rappers in witty
claiming they on top of the log
next thing you see that we back
niqqa
please gimme back my possession
it’s the city we put on the map
my name is on top of the scale boy
while i’m living the life
balling on niqqas
like i be lebron
barata banyana
ke gale kebona
em niqqas are chasing on b-tches
like puppets
down on your knees
while i’m wishing a prayer
she’s giving me head
like i’m wearing a bucket
niqqas are tripin
i’m outa my mind
smoking my brains
while i’m puffin my thoughts
lena kebatla die summa awards
winter yafela
we bringing the heat
steady we chilling
drink on the ceiling im raising the bar
young gifted and black
iv been on the tar
chucks on my feet
iv been on the star
you blazin on brown
i need a cigar
no nature for me
but the cancer will do
coz i be illest
em niqqas be caughing
i’m getting my grind
i be hustling hard
niqqa woaw!

[verse3: re-g]
niqqa i done told you that morgan a beast and that ain’t n0body can slay me
i’m a tell you this nicely that money does talks so niqqa f-ck you and pay me
i be running this city while these niqqas outchea be yellin versace, versace
tell em to cut that sh-t because, ma niqqa i’m irie, i’m irie/
kush from the mountains
fam wants accountants
sorry to be the i’m one to disappoint
all my worries are gone with that joint
young king morgan what they call me now
they wanted beef i slaughtered a cow
they want my music my tape coming out
once i rein there’ll never be a drought
i’m a finish school i’ll never dropout, ah!
young morgan in the booth excuse i mean offices
that’s why i treat this rap sh-t like a fvcken business
kingly niqqa whoop! say yes shyer
yk bbe the ruling empires

- kyc

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