Magriza

[AKA Ft. Kwesta - Magriza lyrics]
Run that ting back boy
Run it
Fuck boy better get out the way

[Verse 1: AKA]
I’m too connected too well respected
Bitches hanging up my posters with the prestik
If I do like I’m supposed to it’s expected
Please don’t bother me for a photo
Buy the guest list
Yeses
Take it back to the essence
TDK cassette shit
Still up with that shit
Oh yeah I’m talking way back
Way back when English or Vernac was still a question
I’m the one they aim at
We don’t pay the same tax
Don’t stay in the same flats
We aint in the building
Rappers in the back place
Niggas got bad taste
Tryna give me handshakes
I don’t overfill them
Champagne give me toothache
Bruce Wayne in the Coupe
You niggas trapping on a Tuesday
I hit the stu and hit the Duvet
Birds eye point of view
So high
Gorilla glue
North side
Chilling in the pool
Tropika
So smooth

[Chorus]
To the niggas out stylin'
Profilin
Limosine riding
Jet flyin
Cash stealing
We in the deal
I can’t believe it
Bitch niggas catch feelings
Drop top
No ceiling
Top spot
No seating
Can you feel it (yebo)
We don’t catch feelings (hell no)
If you a bloodclout stay in your lane
Rudeboy better get out my way
If I get a clean shot
I go out your brain
Treat me like Magriza
Put you on the game

[Verse 2: AKA]
I done suffered for the cause
Summer after summer I put numbers on the board
Damn, am I the only rapper with the balls?
To say I don’t really give a fuck about awards
All I ever wanted was applause
All you ever wanted was a Porsche
I’m rocking stunners
You wouldn’t cava in the mall
You Stevie wonder when the zaka is involved
Greedy with the arms
Feed you water on the lawns
Dripping sauce that’s cheese parmesan
I don’t fuck with broads I just feed it to my dogs
20 Jager bombs got you reaching for the stars
I’m trying to be honest
Niggas in the game treat me like I’m a target
Go ahead put the blame on me
I’m the same OG Ijust made more cheese
I was at the SAMAs in the nosebleed seats
Fast forward 2 years I ain’t wrote no speech
Got a plaque plaque by my old PC
Now I’m finna count racks like I’m Motsepe

[Chorus]
To the niggas out stylin'
Profilin
Limosine riding
Jet flyin
Cash stealing
We in the deal
I can’t believe it
Bitch niggas catch feelings
Drop top
No ceiling
Top spot
No seating
Can you feel it (yebo)
We don’t catch feelings (hell no)
If you a bloodclout stay in your lane
Rudeboy better get out my way
If I get a clean shot
I go out your brain
Treat me like Magriza
Put you on the game

[Verse 3: Kwesta]
Ten year veteran
The best, that’s evident
Even as a freshman I deaded them
But then again these gentlemen I light
Thomas Edison
Boy I got plenty rings
Had to give one to this hot melanin
It ain’t a thing
I came from Buttabing
So Will Smith never taught me what independence is
I’m from the era of the genesis
Designer raps, fuck your measurements
Som tshela uSis to tell you what a fetish is
So I can finesse it and finish it at the Radisson
Boy I make pretty money
Handsome to my people
Now ain’t a nigga ugly?
Anisebahle
That’s word from some big account
Used to roll a whole fucking banks
And get high as Orion’s belt
And now we roll up to the fucking bank
It’s all green on both sides of the fence
Eish

[Chorus]
To the niggas out stylin'
Profilin
Limosine riding
Jet flyin
Cash stealing
We in the deal
I can’t believe it
Bitch niggas catch feelings
Drop top
No ceiling
Top spot
No seating
Can you feel it (yebo)
We don’t catch feelings (hell no)
If you a bloodclout stay in your lane
Rudeboy better get out my way
If I get a clean shot
I go out your brain
Treat me like Magriza
Put you on the game
AKA Magriza lyrics Ft. Kwesta