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1200 (feat. Hot Winter) Video (MV)






Keitu Simz - 1200 (feat. Hot Winter) Lyrics




Back in 98
I was chilling with them niggas
Back in 98
Sipping in my villa
Back in 98
My backyard was Coachella
Back in 98

Back in 98
When the TV wasn't on
Back in 98
They ain't know where we were from
Back in 98
When my conscious often gone
And Feel is off and on
Give a f*ck on every song

Where's the codeine at?
Where's the bloody Marry at?
Where's the codeine at?
Where's the bloody Marry at?
Where's the forty ounce bounce
With them hoes with the lips?
Where's the low rider whip
With the Chevy on the tip?

Back in 98
I was chilling with them niggas
Back in 98
Sipping in my villa
Back in 98
My backyard was Coachella
Back in 98

Back in 98
When the TV wasn't on
Back in 98
They ain't know where we were from
Back in 98
When my conscious often gone
And Feel is off and on
Give a f*ck on every song

Yeah
Yeah
Hot Winter
Crisp
First things first I am first
Ain't no question bout' it
You haven't of the team?
Because I highly doubt it
Every man's got his limits
So we booked the venue out
And now it's looking pretty overcrowded
Surrounded, by lady Mona Lisa's
What other rappers?
We are our own features
Four bar service but still you can't reach us
Hands out tryna greet us
Mamas and their mamacita's
You don't go where we go It's a no go
Talking who's who and so so's
Spielberg got it all on the go pro
That's not my new number I'm giving you
It's the amount that you owe
Telling you what you don't know
Then she sneaks me in her house
Her mom like welcome home
Hot Winter roaming around we never alone
Sipping on Patrome acting like she's grown
She speaks like her skin and girl I love that tone
She's my shelter gives me dome
Foreign girls you know when in Rome when I

Yeah
We reppin' twelve hundred
Go to joburg and back
We reppin' twelve hundred
Nelspruit on the map
Reppin' twelve hundred
Got your girl on my lap
We reppin' twelve hundred
Twelve hundred
Twelve hundred
Yeah
We reppin' twelve hundred
We reppin' twelve hundred

Ref can I have a halftime?

Hold up
Yo can I get a landline?
I mean I'm phoning all these women with no airtime
I mean I'm cutting all these bars with no jail time
I told you time and time again that we the ones to beat
I told you time and time again that we the ones with heat
Rap the beat, move your feet
Put the tap in tapestry
I bring the rap in rapsody
Y'all niggas can't handle books
So handle the authority
I major in majorities
Or are we speaking metaphorically
Handle all my words orally
Or are we playing Nintendo Wii
At my cribo go one hundred to zero
Are talking, are you talking me?
Robert Dinero
F*ck it dawg he wrote that shit
Robert Dinero line he wrote that shit
But i don't give a shit
Part of the A-Team
Double on the A cup
Got a few baskets but I ball like I'm a Laker
Went to the club saw myself a booty shaker
Shake her money maker
Hot Winter the steez don't forget all of my haters
Women playing games when really we all players
We all f*ck boys and they say it's, truth

Yeah
We reppin' twelve hundred
Go to joburg and back
We reppin' twelve hundred
Nelspruit on the map
Reppin' twelve hundred
Got your girl on my lap
We reppin' twelve hundred
Twelve hundred
Twelve hundred
Yeah
We reppin' twelve hundred
We reppin' twelve hundred
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Back in 98
I was chilling with them niggas
Back in 98
Sipping in my villa
Back in 98
My backyard was Coachella
Back in 98

Back in 98
When the TV wasn't on
Back in 98
They ain't know where we were from
Back in 98
When my conscious often gone
And Feel is off and on
Give a f*ck on every song

Where's the codeine at?
Where's the bloody Marry at?
Where's the codeine at?
Where's the bloody Marry at?
Where's the forty ounce bounce
With them hoes with the lips?
Where's the low rider whip
With the Chevy on the tip?

Back in 98
I was chilling with them niggas
Back in 98
Sipping in my villa
Back in 98
My backyard was Coachella
Back in 98

Back in 98
When the TV wasn't on
Back in 98
They ain't know where we were from
Back in 98
When my conscious often gone
And Feel is off and on
Give a f*ck on every song

Yeah
Yeah
Hot Winter
Crisp
First things first I am first
Ain't no question bout' it
You haven't of the team?
Because I highly doubt it
Every man's got his limits
So we booked the venue out
And now it's looking pretty overcrowded
Surrounded, by lady Mona Lisa's
What other rappers?
We are our own features
Four bar service but still you can't reach us
Hands out tryna greet us
Mamas and their mamacita's
You don't go where we go It's a no go
Talking who's who and so so's
Spielberg got it all on the go pro
That's not my new number I'm giving you
It's the amount that you owe
Telling you what you don't know
Then she sneaks me in her house
Her mom like welcome home
Hot Winter roaming around we never alone
Sipping on Patrome acting like she's grown
She speaks like her skin and girl I love that tone
She's my shelter gives me dome
Foreign girls you know when in Rome when I

Yeah
We reppin' twelve hundred
Go to joburg and back
We reppin' twelve hundred
Nelspruit on the map
Reppin' twelve hundred
Got your girl on my lap
We reppin' twelve hundred
Twelve hundred
Twelve hundred
Yeah
We reppin' twelve hundred
We reppin' twelve hundred

Ref can I have a halftime?

Hold up
Yo can I get a landline?
I mean I'm phoning all these women with no airtime
I mean I'm cutting all these bars with no jail time
I told you time and time again that we the ones to beat
I told you time and time again that we the ones with heat
Rap the beat, move your feet
Put the tap in tapestry
I bring the rap in rapsody
Y'all niggas can't handle books
So handle the authority
I major in majorities
Or are we speaking metaphorically
Handle all my words orally
Or are we playing Nintendo Wii
At my cribo go one hundred to zero
Are talking, are you talking me?
Robert Dinero
F*ck it dawg he wrote that shit
Robert Dinero line he wrote that shit
But i don't give a shit
Part of the A-Team
Double on the A cup
Got a few baskets but I ball like I'm a Laker
Went to the club saw myself a booty shaker
Shake her money maker
Hot Winter the steez don't forget all of my haters
Women playing games when really we all players
We all f*ck boys and they say it's, truth

Yeah
We reppin' twelve hundred
Go to joburg and back
We reppin' twelve hundred
Nelspruit on the map
Reppin' twelve hundred
Got your girl on my lap
We reppin' twelve hundred
Twelve hundred
Twelve hundred
Yeah
We reppin' twelve hundred
We reppin' twelve hundred
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Writer: Bonga Sithole, Jared Negrao, Keitumetse Simelane, ThiThi Mokebe
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