Goat Talk

Lyrics

[Intro] Yi... yi... Champion music (Ahoo!) [Verse 1: Zingah] Mtshele angangezeli iyi'tory umeqhamuka nami k'zoshuba Eish, iqabunga lami lizohlupha (Fa!) Bathi eyam' ilight ngathi igqame kakhulu (Sorry?) Okay, angeke ngasabenzela amahit Ngiya iyeka yonke lempahla Hamba uyocela abakini, awuyeke ngaleyo ndaba Hamba uyocela ama-askies, mina angi sekho, ke lapho Tsek! Ung'thola ng'phethe skeem, so delicious I'm still so real, it's the ingredients of the realest It's nothing to afford what you desire When you know that you're the Lord of the entire And you're focused on the fire (Fire) Focused on a higher level Not just on the lime light and not just on the mpahlas Shout out to my guys that we've RIP since last jaar, eish [Verse 2: Maglera Doe Boy] South Africa got a thing for this Motswako shit, they love it Black Chucks on my mans with the black skully Out the trenches, that's why the kid maneuver gully They might peel your top off like that nigga Sully Y'all got fat when we were starvin', man, I'm fuckin' hungry Mama cookin' neck bones so we was never hungry Used to post up in the strip until my nose was runnin' Winter time, but we was hot 'cause we was gettin' money And if we wasn't, was with the niggas gettin' money Conversatin', gettin' money That's why they call me Money Got a shorty from the Nordy and she look like money Ngwana asked me what I'm doin' I say: Gettin' money I was probably thinkin' money in oulady tummy I was born prematurely, rushin' to the money I just got a mouth piece, now I be talkin' funny Put it where my mouth is, now I be talkin' money, shit [Verse 3: 25K] Yeah, I was packin' zips of powder Pocket scales on kitchen counters Now I make my city prouder I can't live my life without her She don't realise, I'm really him So, ona le ho n'doubta Smokin' louder, o nyak'o n'clouta I was once the king of powder You need to realise you're in the presence of living legend Could've died from Smith & Wessons Took the L and called it lessons I can't be cappin' on the hood, that shit make no sense I'm tryna turn this Mini one into a new Benz I hope you know it's not a joke Who would've thought a hoop pope Would be the one who sells soap? When I was broke, I sold dope Sentimental what I'm spittin', these are cold facts Shit is very, very cold, you need a flu pack [Chorus: Saudi] I went permanent grill goat talk, goat talk (Goat talk) Permanent grill, I got tired of taking it off (Tired of taking it off) Plague after plague, goat talk, goat talk Have you seen a mill? Goat talk, goat talk Streams every month, a milli, a milli Whole two years I've been gone They still ain't caught up to me Man, it's the goat-man The one and the only, don't confuse me Back on my BS, the whip I'm in topless, got boobies [Verse 4: Saudi] 335 IS idl'udown-fall ku BBS Phela nonke ni abashana bami Only reason y'all turnt up is 'cause I've been and it's obvious Man, fuck all that being humble Ain't no one fucking with Saudi Flow anything but normal The furthest thing from sober It ain't no going back and forth You mention me, I get you murdered Give the streets back to the owner Get dome, then I disown her It ain't a rapper in this game I ain't inspired or I ain't wrote for