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lyrical saint - get down for me lyrics

[hook: sphiwe hadebe]

k!ll the flow
pop a cap
do it through the weekend than we bring it back
call who ever
make em clap
take em to the end of time & bring it

i want you to get down for me
get down for me
get down for me(to get down down down)
get down for me
get down for me(to get down down down

[verse 1: manny yack]

man im getting better though
cl!ck-clack on the words and a bang on 20 hoes
and i don’t even do shows
i just show you how to do it with my team in the studio
bang!
i’m the rap picaso
don’t raise me till i sell a tee though
offering notes
homie take note, if there’s danger prison when i come you can choke
now tick tack with the weed bag intacted
sell out like a pitch black infact
tick tack by the way we rap
sell out now we sell out these
cats
ahhhhh bring the beat back
funny how my dudes came from the back
funny how them dudes start hating on yack
but i don’t give a f-
take head and relax
now stop with the talk
i’m bringin the pain
you now how that thing
with ma gang
i’m doing ma thang
fellas tryna hang but they can’t
homie i fade like the fake chains that you wearing ma homie i’m sayin
now are you gonna stay for the whole night
let toast with champaigne
she a hood rat my claws in that thing
coz i’m a cool cat
just chasin that thing
chasin that thing
chasin that thing
faaaaah!!!

[hook: sphiwe hadebe]

[verse 2: lyrical saint]

no new details i’m still h4
get down like you prayin to the lord
like you prayin to the lord
all good deeds i’m a saint
godsent lyrics i paint
ngphushi ikasi kphela
kukhuluma imali kleva
broke n-ggas are deaf to me
broke n-ggas are dead to me
call who eva tell em we better
call your chick tell her c-m bend it
she’ll be breaking and flexin (flexxxin)
lips be pouting i’m tappin (tappin)
legs be stretched it yoga (yogga)
all in her mouth like it yoghurt
stepped in the club with
nasty c
manny yack
for-tlom lessgit
sngena ngama backdoors
all while swag we fresh though
after the show collect the dough
i wanna see you get down on the dance floor
break it down like it communion
your chick told me to come
so you can just keep calm
inbetween the legs i c-m

[hook: sphiwe hadebe]

[verse 3: nasty_c]

c’zzle biatch!!
now wait a minute you (drop it)
with the purpose to hurt them, you’re perfect, your purse’s finna burst with the worst of my (profits)
you deserve it, you’re worth it, the earth isn’t ready for your perky and curvaceous body
o’ my god she a hotty
and if i were to be hearing you calling yourself a goddess, i’d be like “dahd-mn you modest”
i’m being honest
you’re vibrant for one, and intelligent
that’s my way of saying “that -ss phat” ’cause we never met and i would never bet that you would lose in a twerking contest, you work it god yes, you’re k!lling it
my guess is that you’re faded (ahha)
if not let’s get you faded
now bring it and pop this x or this molly (ahha)
if not just puff this marly and then we can get
wasted or waste time flirting and sh-t
or get to a room where i work with the stick
i get that your roomie thinks i make her sick
i don’t get that illusion, ’cause i don’t do tricks
hope she gets better soon get on top of this d-ck
and forget about her girl you hot and legit
you know i am the kid with your idol in pics
now go down for a g, gone drop it and sh-t, yes lord

[hook: sphiwe hadebe]

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