LL K.i.D & Nick-Raps - The Kwacha Song. (feat. NICK-RAPS)

Catching waves, in Nkhatabay

Addicted to the paper, the cheese, the bread, I need all of that
Money stacking own all three houses On my cul-de-sac
Get me a place, where the owners at Where the lawn long Neighbours Foreign
And we all get cash, just me, all my People get in the back
What the family need, they don't Gotta ask We moving on from, and over the past
Positive energy, so trust between The first and forever sticking together

This the Kwacha song, get your money on This the Kwacha song, get your money on
This the Kwacha song, get your money on This the Kwacha song, get your money on

I made the tie with the proper Banknote I told you lemme where I Can sign the contract
You and your feelings better level on The ground
So leave me to do it and take those in Account I need my flowers for my Out of town ride
I'm with my goons, it don't skip When it burn But it's just like a Flame, and you know what I'm Saying
It don't mud when it rain Don't drive In my lane, I got a stick for the gang
Life's hard and it's okay, you know What it is But take it easy, easy peasy, Lemon squeezy
Please don't go out and start playing Yill you've been sorry
Nick-Raps, dropping cusps when I'm rhyming At the lake, it's daytime, Perfect timing
And my phone, it's nap time, I'm Rewriting All my amigos with the Cards, they're cold casting
All my amigos with the cards, they're cold casting

In nkhatabay, we catchin' waves

This the kwacha song, get your money on
Get your money, money, get your money on

In Nkhatabay, we catchin' waves In Nkhatabay, we catchin' waves
In Nkha6, we catchin' waves

Written by:
NICK CHINGAIPE, O. ZAWALA

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