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Stream ybpicasso – Maha’la(7) + lyrics

Had to do it on TV beforeI did again but I swear we not actors

Maverick Kabelo8 Jan 20222 min read
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LYRICS

Had to do it on TV before
I did again but I swear we not actors

That wasteman right there ain’t a shooter
Pulled up to his door,
He screamed like a hooter

I Cant waste any verse and prayers
On any of my haters
I Feel like a stingy pastor

Why he looking all pale
Like he seen a ghost
That mandam is outtah his color

Gottah my African linen
From Ghanna
Look at my drip
In the club like gunna

North east put me on that lagga
Peng ting segzy she speaking that patwa

Daily bread we making bangers
I Approach mandam
Can never be a coward

808 make his face sour
I need my money in less
Than an Hour

Francistown and I came as a leader
I came as wise I came with this power

They admire the herbal life
I cannot be seen doing no powder

She asked me if we ever gon meet
again I told here babe please dont halla

Cause for me to be in the scene
it gon be a cost
Cant be mahala

(HOOK)

WHAT ‘Hala Hala hala
no, Its going to be a cost
it cant be mahala

what hala Hala hala
it’s going to be a cost
it cant be mahala

(Verse 2 )

Look at my baby she rocking that zara
King of the jungle I feel like Mufasa
Stuck at the top and I dont ladder
Cant even feature mans on my League
I jah make em piss make him take a leak
I dont want a fish I need me an Ell
When I am on a verse it’s always a kill
As long as we win cant care how you feel

And its business we dont do emotions
Whenever we text we dont do emjis

Getting paid is always the motions
Brought that chaos
we coursing commotion

issa New Wave
I brought the Ocean
if you have my money
just pass me direction

left his skin cracking
he needs a lotion

I dont fear No man
and No Evil
Jesus Christ
is who I worship

when I move
my G we not equal

they were sleeping
my hitta I was cautious

ain’t no barrier.
these niggas see through

from the Ghetto
I am smelling Illegal

and my drip
is outtah your signal

in Maun they were
calling me killer

ain’t no slacking you know
I am a winner

(hook)

Written byMaverick KabeloEditorial Director

Maverick Kabelo is the founder and editorial director of Africa’s Very Own Magazine. Kabelo is a business student, digital media enthusiast/entrepreneur, creative, writer and content creator. He started writing when he was just 16 after founding the magazine on Facebook.

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