25K – Apple Soda/ Record Deal Lyrics

25K Pheli Makaveli Album Lyrics Tracklist

25K – Pheli Makaveli Album Lyrics, Tracklist

25K Apple Soda Record Deal Lyrics, Apple Soda Record Deal Lyrics by 25K

I want the smoke if you talk about trap
20 kilo nna nkai kapa ka selepe
When I’m on the henny I don’t fuck with dash
Sang sala morao otla tsuha ole ko church
Khopela ong tshepe
Tlhubula skirt
I hit her once & she’s calling me back
I love my bros who put knives in my back
I got a shooter in my phone & he’s strapped

Ke ironer bogart motshetshe, ke lebelletse
Matwetwe
Etla mo otlo supporter firm
Atchaar garlic e monate bai tladitse oile mara kei thathela jam
Tsaba ka verp namela van
Ska tshuha ko busa ka 10
Ong potsa hore nna kira byana ke mone ngwano ke fan
Ice on my neck
Zoocci o kgothetse, east west mpepi
24 days in the trap & I came up they jealous
banahana ke tsuhile ka khemi
Mafela kgwedi, tsaba ka zaka
Bona bogart Terry
Phounela Perry, Phineas o pakwe
Ke nahana hore na lwela medi
30 for drip, she gimme lip
Glock I’m in the VIP
Ontebelle pila aka latlha, ngwano wang rata
Chile con queso dip
Zoo, Mash
Yeses closed casket
Tuscan when she swallow me ari custard

I set the tone
Coming up I was an average joe
Spending dollars on designer, dripping head to toe
You had to know
You taking long benju get the load
Tryna re up on some product call my other phone
Apple soda, pouring up
I made an episode
How much money I got on me you should never know
Envelopes now
Smoking Cali so I’m never sober
I rock summer after summer it’s an episode

Record deal no advance
I Had to do it on my own
If Bruse snap don’t pose
TV girl on my phone

Loyalty cost nothing
On god I was struggling

Nna le Zooloo on the phone
On god I was broke
Haona sphiri o stout
Bacha ngwana ka dope
Etla kwano tlogela towel
I ain’t sold my soul
E ke second episode
You ain’t running like I told you
Cubase no protools
New side bag leyona e tswere tools
E ke zaka e fase haona loose
Nna ko tshepe kenyaka tuts
Ase low cut ntwe ke boots
Atumela achoos
1 man twela group
Codiene ka sgubu
Wena o tume ka favor
Zoocci o tume ka flavor

On god I was struggling
In the hood I was running
You ain’t trap you bluffing
Turning nothing to something
On the block I would hustle
The dope game is a puzzle
I was made for the struggle
Had to wait for this hustle
CEO like I’m Russell, no iTunes ke cassette
Die kind osa feba
E ke potsa kai fetlhela
E ke potsa kai fetlhela
E ke potsa kai fetlhela
E ke potsa…
E ke potsa kai…

Written by; 25K
Album/EP; Pheli Makaveli

25K Apple Soda Record Deal Lyrics English Translation

I want the smoke if you talk about trap
20 kg I can use an ax or an ax
When I’m on the henny I don’t fuck with dash
Don’t go for less that your full potential
Ask him out well
Unpack the skirt
I hit her once & she’s calling me back
I love my bros who put knives in my back
I got a shooter in my phone & he’s strapped

I’m an ironer bogart on the edge, I’m looking forward to it
Drugs
Come and beat the supporter firm
Atchaar garlic is delicious and they are full of oil and pour the jam
Flee by verp ride van
I will not rule for 10 days
Ask him out well if he is no longer absorbed in the connection
Ice on my neck
Zoocci encouraged, east west mpepi
24 days in the trap & I came up they are jealous
I thought I was addicted to chemistry
At the end of the month, fear for years
See bogart Terry
Call Perry, Phineas testified
I wonder if we are fighting for the roots
30 for drip, she gimme lip
Glock I’m in the VIP
Ontebelle pila aka discard me, my dear brother
Chile with ques dip
Zoo, Mash
Yeses closed casket
Tuscan when she swallow me is custard

I set the tone
Coming up I was an average joe
Spending dollars on designer, dripping head to toe
You had to know
You take long benju get the load
Tryna re up on some product call my other phone
Apple soda, pouring up
I made an episode
How much money I got on me you should never know
Envelopes now
Smoking Cali so I’m never sober
I rock summer after summer it’s an episode

Record deal no advance
I Had to do it on my own
If Bruse snap don’t pose
TV girl on my phone

Loyalty cost nothing
On god I was struggling

Zooloo and I on the phone
On god I was broke
There is no secret of stout
Teens baby dope
Come here and leave the towel
I ain’t sold my soul
This is the second episode
You ain’t running like I told you
Cubase no protools
This new side bag contains tools
It is a low tension in its loose
I hope you wear tuts
Ase low cut war are boots
He sent the choos
1 man twela group
Codiene ka sgubu
You are famous for your favor
Zoocci is famous for flavor

On god I was struggling
In the hood I was running
You ain’t trap you bluffing
Turning nothing to something
On the block I would hustle
The dope game is a puzzle
I was made for the struggle
Had to wait for this hustle
CEO like I’m Russell, no iTunes is a cassette
The kind of sex
Let me ask you a question
Let me ask you a question
Let me ask you a question
I wonder …
I wonder why …