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Abram Ramokgadi Mashaba
Abram Ramokgadi Mashaba
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Lyrics

Eish I don't know ayy 'Cause next minute you want this Next minute you want that So I'm confused For the first time We trading to a store You looking for a gold That I don't have For the first time I bought a girl a bag With a price tag on the bag She my war time For the first time We trading to a store You looking for a gold That I don't have For the first time I bought a girl a bag With a price tag on the bag She my war time Friend got a boyfriend Doing same shit she be doing boyfriend Acting How can our love be at better At better When you always think you are better Rather change before it's too late I'm the one you love and I know that Take it, don't play it If you making love then bake it Trying to build myself from the bottom to the top And I need you baby girl on my side everytime Switch flows And I switch flows Pardon my anger but I deep slow Even this days I even lost my way to the music I revise And I lost my time Some say the blacker The blacker than the berry I'm sweeter than the juice About to go to pool Through my darkest days I thought maybe you changed But you still the same hoe thinking money is a key I can't never Never let you have it Either you go out or I finish that out For the first time We trading to a store You looking for a gold That I don't have For the first time I bought a girl a bag With the price tag on the bag She my war time For the first time We trading to a store You looking for a gold That I don't have For the first time I bought a girl a bag With the price tag on the bag She my war time You so complicated Day two you were telling me you love that Now you hate Hate this, but I hate you Things that you do really made me Doing this Doing that Now and then We still puffing on the smoke we don't care Doing this Doing that Now and then Now and then I say now and then You not the first bitch to fuck up Many bitches came and go And I'm okay Still a player hater I'm the maker in the game Bitches chase me I don't chase them Get out of here wena O le two thousand mahn
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