Top Songs By Priddy Ugly
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Priddy Ugly
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Karim Wanjuri
Composer
Serunya Richard Moloi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KKTha1st
Producer
Lyrics
I remember it was hard
In the pits with my dawgs
Made it out with scars
Thats a kiss from the gods
Gold drip on my wrist look like piss on my arm
My pinky ring bling make you ring your alarm
Know some scammers with cards who think sin is a fraud
If you let ‘em in then they pimping your braud
Money make ‘em spin like the rims on a car
For the money kill your kin leaving skin in the tar
You not rich if you trip over tips at bar
You rich if your kids kids kids got a farm
A bitch ****’s chin needs a fist not a palm
When you **** RIP you not missed where you from
And when you dead & gone they might sing you song
Did your mamma wrong she can’t bring you along
Now she missing your charm
Calm while you trimming her lawn
At Avalon & she’s picking your plants
(Hela heh)
Magita ba ko Ivory can strip a car quick
His girl works at XO the strippers are thick
I went with my chick & she was all on my stick
In my ears said she wish she could swallow my kids
Never sleep with a girl you wouldn’t father life with
A couple bones from my father gave my daughter my ribs
Pause **** really hard but they ain’t hard as my clique
Spliffing with Zoocci so pardon my Piff
Amakhosi or a Pirate?
AmaDlozi are not silent
In the land of the violence
In the sand we get diamonds
& every man is an island
Magita ko di kasi they die every day
Okapi to the body you die where you lay
Mamies selling body survive on the pay
But her mamma got no money & she cries every day
Magita ko di kasi they die every day
Okapi to the body you die where you lay
Mamies selling body survive on the pay
But her mamma got no money & she cries every day
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Mandisa from Mashemong in Tembisa
Worked at her mama saloon in Mambisa
O pila wa fisa
Jitas ba brika
Ha fithla
Ba mo bitsa
Ha ba bona a jika
Boseho ne a strippa
Do anything for di klippa
Only if tipped her
Sister never been sthipha
Could’ve been a cook lost her life to di thipa
By a landslide storms turned my soil into mud
Boiling the spud turned my oil into blood
My cousin went to jail just for foiling his drugs
Poisoned his guts now it’s spoiling the love
But Cav
Thugs be avoiding the hugs
Try’na fill that void & they judged
The slugs in my gums turned my voice to a stud
Now you moist in the mud
Magita ko di kasi they die every day
Okapi to the body you die where you lay
Mamies selling body survive on the pay
But her mamma got no money & she cries every day
Magita ko di kasi they die every day
Okapi to the body you die where you lay
Mamies selling body survive on the pay
But her mamma got no money & she cries every day
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16 - Dirty Dirty
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16 - Dirty Dirty
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Written by: Keith Karim Wanjuri, Lesedi Molefe, Serunya Richard Moloi