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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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AKA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamohelo Bako
Kamohelo Bako
Composer
Kiernan Forbes
Kiernan Forbes
Composer
Ntokozo Mazibuko
Ntokozo Mazibuko
Composer

Lyrics

I don't know, you know
It's just missing something you know
It just wouldn't be the same
It wouldn't be the same without
(Ivy League papa) Yeah
(Ivy League papa)
Yeah, yeah, that's what is was
Now we the main attraction they clap for us
Waiting on my downfall, ground floor up
That's elevator action
Michael Jackson couldn't be so dangerous, shit happens
On with a paint brush, hope you get the picture
Veins full of bad blood, Tswak' stick up
What your favorite rapper used to be before the bitches
But that's until we falling the riches
Took it back to the kitchen
Like I got Motswako ad-lips in my dictionary
Big dreams in me ever since I was a pikinini
So you gotta use the big screen when you picture me
Kini big deal, see the tyres rotate like a windmill
And I will never lose focus
Cry me a river, swag drip a ocean
Motherfucker we came a long way
Ones and twos up Ivy League all day
Yet summer is still a long way
Marathon I run this shit in my own pase
How many rappers in the world right now?
Hate it that none of them do it like I
Never get enough, never get enough, never too much
V-I-C-T-O-R-Y
Hands up for my victory lap
Hands up for my victory lap, hey
Toast to the winners
Hands up for my victory lap
Hands up for my victory lap, hey
If you know you're a winner
Party don't stop till I say so
Want it all from the ground floor to my angels
Daddy Cool Diesel, heavy weight champ for the people
Future look bright like casino lights
Wanted that seed 'till my tree grow high
Root of all evil, spare no ego
I keep haters on the toes like Da L.E.S does
Blowing notes like my name Kwela Tebza
You in the club acting all famous
Nobody even know what your name is
Plenty bottle but nobody at your table
These motherfuckers looking like some bloody agents
Yeses, party like a Motswak Star
Tell a girl drop it low like a sports car
I'm the king, who these jokers in my courtyard
Money talks, I converse with the all starts
So you all about the paper
Tell me something new, tell me something entertaining
Tell me something true, tell me nothings about failure
Serving rappers on some 24 hour a day shit
How many rappers in the world right now?
Hate it that none of them do it like I?
Never get enough, never get enough, never too much
V-I-C-T-O-R-Y
Hands up for my victory lap
Hands up for my victory lap, hey
Toast to the winners
Hands up for my victory lap
Hands up for my victory lap, hey
If you know you're a winner
Gimme tat old time feeling (What else?)
German automobile with no ceiling (What else?)
Push the button, it start with no key ring (What else?)
Bad chick and a blunt with no ceilings
You can still have what you want if you're a dreamer
Start thinking out the box or follow a leader
Ha, I know you been through that
Feel like end of the season when your team do bad
But all I really need is a clean new pair
Somebody on my arm and some money in my hands
I'll be good, you see the hunger in my eye lids
Whether we ball or checking the prices
How many rappers in the world right now?
Hate it that none of them do it like I
Never get enough, never get enough, never too much
V-I-C-T-O-R-Y
Hands up for my victory lap
Hands up for my victory lap, hey
Toast to the winners
Hands up for my victory lap
Hands up for my victory lap, hey
If you know you're a winner
Written by: Kamohelo Bako, Kiernan Forbes, Ntokozo Mazibuko
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