Waptrick Aka - Victory Lap Remix Текстове на песни

I don’t know… you know

It’s just… it’s just missing something you know

I just wouldn’t be the same

It wouldn’t be the same without…

Ivy league papa (yeah!) Ivy league papa (yeah!)

Yeah that’s what it was…

Now we the main attraction they clap for us

Waiting on my downfall ground floor up, that’s elevator action

Michael Jackson couldn’t be as dangerous, shit happens

Armed with the paint brush, hope you get the picture

Veins full of bad blood tswak ppprrr stick up

What’s favourite rapper used to be before the bitches

But that’s until we follow in the riches

Take it back to the kitchene

Like I got motswako add-libs to my vision-e

Big dreams in me ever since I was a pikinini

So you gotta use the big screen when you picture me

Ha gimme big deal, see the tyres rotate like a windmill

And I will never loose focus, cry me a river sweat trip a ocean

Motherfucker came a long way, ones and twos on Ivy league all day

Yet summer is still a long way, marathon I run this shit at my own pace


How many rappers in the world right now

Hate it that none of them do it like I

Never get enough, never get enough, never too much

V. I .C .T. O .R. Y

Hands up for my victory lap

Hands up for my victory lap hey

(Toast to the winners!)

Hands up for my victory lap

Hands up for my victory lap hey

(If you know you’re a winner)

Party don’t stop till I say so

Want it all from the ground floor to my angels

Daddy Cool Diesel heavy weight champ of the people

Future looks bright like a casino lights

Wanted that seed ‘til my tree grow high

Root of evil, spare no ego

I keep haters on their toes like Da LES does

Blowing notes like my name Kwela Tebza

You in the club acting all famous

Nobody even know what your name is

Plenty bottles but nobody’s at your table

He is on the phone talking like some bloody agents (yesus)

Party like I’m a motswak’ star, tell a girl drop it low like a sports car

I’m the king who these jokers in my court yard

Money talks so I converse with the all stars

So you all about my paper

Tell me something new tell me something entertaining

Tell me something true tell me nothing about failure

Serving rappers on some 24hour a day shit


Gimme that old time feeling (what else!)

Jam in an automobile with no ceiling (what else!)

Push the button and start with no key ring (what else!)

Bad checking out blunt with no seedlings (what else!)

You can still have what you want if you a dreamer

Start thinking out the box, or follow the leader

Ha ... haven’t you been through that

Feel like end of the season when your team do bad

But all I really need is a clean new pair

Somebody on my arm and some money in my hand

That be good, you see the hunger in my eye lids

Whether we ball or checking out prices

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