Imma stunt in a Raf, yeah, one day
Imma have Ben Baller bands, one day
Da zurp make me too delay
You still ain pop your shit you lame
I'm not talking bout the fame I'm talking bout Madiba's face
Growing up, all I had was f*cking pain
Now I'm all grown up and all I do is sip on pane Imma get rich, one day
Imma have Elon Musk bands, one day
Cause the passion really pay, f*ck what they
Say
You can't build your name off of trolls, you will
Be seen as a joke
I keep the act inside my holster
Your girl be hella freaky, telling me to pick a hole
She choosing the streets, cause she don't like it at home
When there's hella bitches in the bando we sipping alcohol
So dey don't ask wass in muh cup
I juss need a trap bitch, who really down to geek up
Scurra - 1 DAY Lyrics
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Imma stunt in a Raf, yeah, one day
Imma have Ben Baller bands, one day
Da zurp make me too delay
You still ain pop your shit you lame
I'm not talking bout the fame I'm talking bout Madiba's face
Growing up, all I had was f*cking pain
Now I'm all grown up and all I do is sip on pane Imma get rich, one day
Imma have Elon Musk bands, one day
Cause the passion really pay, f*ck what they
Say
You can't build your name off of trolls, you will
Be seen as a joke
I keep the act inside my holster
Your girl be hella freaky, telling me to pick a hole
She choosing the streets, cause she don't like it at home
When there's hella bitches in the bando we sipping alcohol
So dey don't ask wass in muh cup
I juss need a trap bitch, who really down to geek up
Imma have Ben Baller bands, one day
Da zurp make me too delay
You still ain pop your shit you lame
I'm not talking bout the fame I'm talking bout Madiba's face
Growing up, all I had was f*cking pain
Now I'm all grown up and all I do is sip on pane Imma get rich, one day
Imma have Elon Musk bands, one day
Cause the passion really pay, f*ck what they
Say
You can't build your name off of trolls, you will
Be seen as a joke
I keep the act inside my holster
Your girl be hella freaky, telling me to pick a hole
She choosing the streets, cause she don't like it at home
When there's hella bitches in the bando we sipping alcohol
So dey don't ask wass in muh cup
I juss need a trap bitch, who really down to geek up
Writer: Thabang Mafokate
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