COACH DA'KID & SSSTAUCE - ON SET (feat. TankTheRockStar)

lado oeste dezessete
(Ha ha)
lado oeste dezessete
We've been in like, the studio for, like forty eight hours we aint slept
West side niggas
(Tank, Ssstauce, Coach)
(Yeah)
(Tank, Ssstauce, Coach)
Le'me kill these niggas though.
(Yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
Show up on set,
I press four on set
Still play for the west
Brick a bar blessed
Shoot right through your vest
Watch me fuck your next in celine now she your ex
(Yeah)
Watch me fuck your next in celine now she your ex
(Yeah)
Sipping Cardiae
Party P.T.A
Molly tastes like grape
Life is hella great
I been goin' out my and i aint got shit to say
I been goin' out my way and shawty aint got shit to say
Trappin' with the gang.
Trappin' with the gang.
Yeah, we do this every day
Thought I told you I done found my own I found a way. Thought I told you I done found my own i found a way
(Yeah, yeah)
Thought I told you that we were the hardest she heard and that's why the bitch minding her manners,
She say, how you do that y'all are sounding like niggas that's comin' straight outta Atlanta
Na we out a burb, in the west side of Joburg, down here in the bottom of Africa
Fuck on a bitch, then I fuck on her cousin, she ain't listen, I taught her a lesson
My coupé and my bitch is both gon' ride for me, I just know how to press all the buttons
Can't lie' like I ain't always been cool, but I swear this shit gettin real different
I used to have a bunch of basic bitches, swingin' all over my nuts
Now I got baddies, top of baddies, and they tellin' me they wanna fuck
(Hold up)
Pull up, pull up four. Pull up, pull up six. That's a ten, four
Hit a four.
They stay on my dick they juat like nymphos
Hit up close, and that missing body huh?
Case closed, cold case,
I'ma touch that baddie up
Beat the kitty, catch a case. Booty clappin', both ways
You been hit, both ways.
Pull up, pull out, pour it on her face
Hit up close,
I don't post.
If you not cutting it straight you get no info
Midnight Ghost
Coach Da'Kid and Ssstauce
Tank and ten hoes
Pull up with the gang, trappin' with the gang
Sippin' lemonade,
Shootin from the waist
You don't wanna press,
You don't want no test na
You don't wanna test naaa
You don't want no test na
I've been broke for long, that's why I go overboard
I've been doin' numbers, you can't check the scoreboard
Every time they see me, they take pictures how I floss
Jnr, but I'm movin' just like a boss
Never gon' jump shit, but this drip is still goin' overboard
I fit the description, but honestly, we all above the law
Just tryna get the kids to keep grindin', that shit, it's own reward
Lil bitch was tryna get money, She say that she love me
We both know she lyin'
Only my mama I gotta believe, she gon sit in the back of a Cullinan
I need P.E.D.'s, performance enhancement, I don't need a sedative
I throw a stone in the ocean and hit every single rapper that I'm better than
And if they won't let us into the industry ,
We'll just go blow on the internet
Spaceship E- AMG,
I told lil brody to punch it
Spaceship Amg, I told a brody to press it
She leak on my seats,
It's easy lil mammie they buckets
Two days with no sleep,
10,000 hours, ain't none of this lucky
(Yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
(Huh)
Show up on set,
I press four on set
Still play for the west
Brick a bar blessed
Shoot right through your vest
Watch me fuck your next in celine now she your ex
(Yeah)
Watch me fuck your next in celine now she your
(Spaceship E- AMG,
I told lil brody to punch it
Spaceship Amg, I told a brody to press it
She leak on my seats,
It's easy lil mammie they buckets
Two days with no sleep,
10,000 hours, ain't none of this lucky)

Written by:
Fhumulani Netshituka, Simphiwe Ngxekisa

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