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letra de cold religion - uyihlo wo skrr skrr

[chorus]
sorry can’t take your message
i got a couple questions
who b-ttons think you pressing?
who you really impressing?
livin’ to chase demise
you willin’ to pay the price?
souls they sacrifice
for the afterlife
this is a cold religion
this is a coalition
i’m on another mission
i’m way off all the hinges
pullin’ on her extensions
i can feel all her dentures

[verse 1]
k’dala ndine minqweno yotyatyamba
kodwa ingqondo iyaqaqamba
ndiyanibona niyatyityimba
niyandilinga, i let it linger
bayam’ vuuru-vaya baie baie huh
same night that you put it on her finger
she 30 plus
and she looking respectable
say my fragrance impeccable
not materialistic
but i’m changing the textile
when she with her man
you know she changing the text style
xakunjalo nd’vala tuu
ak’shuk-mi nenyeke
intliziyo ibanda ceke
know i never let it rest
rebatla ranta le di naira
on lekki express
no pillow talk
no emotion express
you know the talk infallible
i don’t speak in parables
the mind is invaluable
but time isn’t malleable huh
she said the whole squad dogs
but we don’t even litter
hate it when she bitter
but i pull up right now
she getting jitters
and she probably reconsider
[chorus]
sorry can’t take your message
i got a couple questions
who b-ttons think you pressing?
who you really impressing?
livin’ to chase demise
you willin’ to pay the price?
souls they sacrifice
for the afterlife
this is a cold religion
this is a coalition
i’m on another mission
i’m way off all the hinges
pullin’ on her extensions
i can feel all her dentures

[verse 2]
so high, i’m hallucinating
p-ssy so good
after rounds i’m rejuvenated
don’t abide by the law
are you really living
if you live for applause?
they turn to a slave with a contract clause
this a contact sport
my fruity just crashed
man i can’t export
labels wanna extort
producers want they money
man i can’t afford
“the music too loud!”
that’s my neighbours next door
“it’s not you, it’s me”
that’s my girl from before
bampitsa for a show
no cash to go perform
i can’t make it rain
but i will weather the storm
i’m way beyond the norm
i used to live in a mirage
but life ain’t about
what you got in the garage
it’s only there to give your ego a massage
all i been eating is starch
dammit i’m feeling parched
i’m never showing my cards
i’m only playing my part
[chorus]
sorry can’t take your message
i got a couple questions
who b-ttons think you pressing?
who you really impressing?
livin’ to chase demise
you willin’ to pay the price?
souls they sacrifice
for the afterlife
this is a cold religion
this is a coalition
i’m on another mission
i’m way off all the hinges
pullin’ on her extensions
i can feel all her dentures

- uyihlo wo skrr skrr

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