Lyrics

He's funky, he's fly, all the ouens think he's kwaai
The girlies scream and cry when he's coming omie draai
Want dis Biggy, fokken Biggy
Is Biggy, fokken Biggy
Ja, dis Biggy, fokken Biggy
Is Biggy, fokken Biggy, ey
Out here living my best life
Always having the best time
Cruisin' soos 'n test drive
Maak jou girl jou ex wife
Shit, Biggy is gedress to the t
Geen chubby bra met style soos die
That's why they all wanna koppel with me
Ouens raak naar, kannie handel nie
Want hulle weet ek is die king of the jol
Got their girlfriends in the place, just skitting their hol
Do the bass in my face, not skaam at all
Not surprised want hulle weet dis hoe ek rol
Want ek rip it and I spit it
Don't like it, you can druk it
Hies jou nanas, don't mis dit
Ek weet jy lus dit, ja, is dit
Sal jou wys when you visit
Hier as jy moeg is, so rus dit
Ek weet jy soek dit, admit dit
Jy soek my cream op jou biscuit
Want dis Pappa P en B.I.G
Geen brasse geken soos die
Moenie sê jy like dit nie
Hou jou bek en jol with me
He's funky, he's fly, all the ouens think he's kwaai
The girlies scream and cry when he;s coming omie draai
Want dis Jack fokken Parow
Is Jack fokken Parow
Ja, dis Jack fokken Parow
Dis Jack fokken Parow, ey
Ek sien mos nou hoe sy my kyk
En sy is lus vir goeie tyd
En hulle los my moeilik uit
Die kind is lus vir moeilikheid
Sy hang mos met die rymers uit
Geruime tyd al spyker spuit
Vanaand gaan ons weer kuikens kyk
En katjies in die donker kruip
Ag nee, my pop is fokken great
My superpowers fok weer uit
My try hier uit my huis gesmyt
En fofkof op my Ford gespuit
Nee, seriously, my goeie moer
Die fokken kak is aan die move
Want ek wil net kom dans op vloer
En laat aand fokken gaanse voer
Wag, kom ek kry gou my bra, Loufi
Want dis Loufi, fokken Loufi
Loufi, fokken Loufi
Ja, dis Loufi, fokken Loufi
Loufi, fokken Loufi
He's duidelik and he's lekke
Sit kaas in sy raps
Geken by al die plekke
Permanently op die map
Is Loufi, flippen Loufi
Loufi, flippen Loufi
Ja, is Loufi, flippen Loufi
Ja, Loufi, flippen Loufi
Jou kind is woelig, ek sien sy soek ha
Sy's all up my DM's en sy skit haar goete
Ek bel vir Biggy, ken jy die chickie?
Hy's like, ja, bra, but just don't get jiggy
So I got dressed up and went out for the night
Klomp kinnes wat ek koppel, I'm a helluva guy
Plus 'n bietjie swag, hou bietjie kers
Ek is 'n fresh cut, lekker kicks for the eyes
As jy hom fresh trap, gaan sê jou pa
Jy weet wie's die, Mr Take you chick
(This bra coloured)
Na bru, I'm white and I rhyme tight
I got tight rhymes to make it lekke for your kindjies
Tight thighs in a pair of tight tights
Make it skit it like it's krummels on her tight thighs
You got enough boude to give me
I mean, you got nice eyes, man
Her's my bra (Loufi)
He's funky, he's fly, all the ouens think he's kwaai
The girlies scream and cry when he's coming omie draai
Want dis Biggy, fokken Biggy
Is Biggie, fokken Biggy
Ja, dis Biggy, fokken Biggy
Is Biggy, fokken Biggy, ey
He's funky, he's fly, all the ouens think he's kwaai
The girlies scream and cry when he's coming omie draai
Want dis Biggy, fokken Biggy
Is Biggy, fokken Biggy
Ja, dis Biggy, fokken Biggy
Is Biggy, fokken Biggy, ey
Written by: Adrian Entwhistle, Hein Bosman, Jean-Luc Handel, Zander Tyler
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