The Running Of The Bulls

Lyrics

[Prelude: Kabelo Moremi] Ah he sware, sochong kamo utlwa maglera and hake tlale Ore o italy mare ha bue taal Italy e tshwere Vandas le [?] e fapane le potchugal Fede kamo utlwa wa le juta ka skgowa nyana sa dibuka Ntse le tonosa lamo thusa hore a le tshelle thupa Haii [Intro: Maglera Doe Boy] Yeah Yeah (Drenching) Yeah (Drenching) Yeah yeah [Verse 1: Maglera Doe Boy] Dripped out, yeah, a young niggas drenchin' Fresh out fetsa feta the trenches King Khan Mama nkate Mulan Rich Sqekеwa, do they see the design? Whеn I get to the entrance Ten thou', power level horrendous Super Saiyana ntanga Broly, I told 'em I'm top the totem Quetzalcoatl, I'm God Out the field niggas watched from the fences In the field niggas movin offensive How it feel? Come from the real This Ali Baba in Alkebulan 40 crooks, haba gole modende 40 crooks, ain't nobody a henchman (Hhhhrrrr) Puma butter no rama, I need a Lama I was just with Somnyama Hotse le Nongoloza nkeleketjane, mara nna ke skhotane Jikejela the mphala, ayy my pah, nxaza tsena ha di tswane Jikijela the mpahla, ayy my pah, ena ke e starchitse maobane I was just with little mama, shaya the lamza before ke jika ko bama In the block I'm Obama, tsena ka ndawo, nkate Monte Carlo Alexander Dumas we in Monte Christro, nigga this is vengeance I came up with my cons and weighed all my cons I'm Khan, nigga this is Genghis [Chorus: Maglera Doe Boy] Move Move Move! (Till we tear this motherfuckin'-) Roof Troops, achuz (Couple dollies and ba hlanya ka the-) Amigos, majimbos Straata, zaka all we know Since bambinos, banditos Straata, zaka all we know [Post-Chorus: Maglera Doe Boy] Dripped out, yeah, a young nigga drenchin' Whips out, brody whippin' the Bentley Freaks out, bana bana ba plenty Freaks out, bana bana ba friendly Hake hlolwe ke semti Street kids, ne re topa ma empty Street kids, harre fitla re twenty (You know I don't like to do that) [Refrain: Maglera Doe Boy] Fresh out ne re fufisa fenty Fresh out ntjaka o dcogile o Brentwood Fetsa lwana le my friende ko corneng o buwa nywana so I said "Sala Benchod" Ema pel you ain't chill with the pest 9 memeza pointed straight at your chest Niggas played chess with the OGs this is theft [Verse 2: 25] I was playin' chess with my OG Told him "Check mate" and he laughed We want smoke 'cause re tsuba gas He ese HQ, kemo loja Thot bitch, komo dodger 42 thousand ranta for kota Tswara ntjaka sabona henkao rekela sphalho, osebe ware ke kota Ke tomile rapper ka 2009 Ke opper le omong wao lwela di 9 Di pine ke mixer ka pint Ke vibe, on sight Tlako botse hore ho rapper so ho tomile kae Ke nale ho hopola ngwana Moswana Nakwe a recorder lebo Mujava Bailo senya hebang nfa SAMA Tswara snow deep tsena flaga Real plugger aka claimer straata Hono shorta badge hore obe lehata Kare wa bontsa hore di ko kae On a bad week, rira bokae? (Cash) Fetsa ho kera ko Lud 501, ke group (Gang) Real life ke stugu Big stepper ake stooge [Chorus: Maglera Doe Boy] Move Move Move! (Till we tear this motherfuckin'-) Roof Troops, achuz (Couple dollies and ba hlanya ka the-) Amigos, majimbos Straata, zaka all we know Since bambinos, banditos Straata, zaka all we know