Chilling standee in my handee.
Boss cool cardee.
Go chimpanzee.
The Go-Naners, the Go-Chim bands, MC Nice, call me MC Nandi, London in, London town, Engilandi, straight from South Africa.
I'm Zanzi.
I'm the best for you years.
I'm the champion.
I can feed your eyes too.
Look, I'm an MPEG, JPEG, limpid, lagless, headless, Twitter avatar, looking for my blog address.
My slang is my language.
Please understand.
Say, please understand.
Cobra.
I'm a spittin' cobra.
Bye.
Cobra.
I must have beaten Cobra.
Sippin on champas, bitches come standard Big bros new profile miss
Please add me.
Here's my BBA pin.
Tell me what's happening.
Just like I'm on WhatsApp.
Sup, what's happening?
We're going dancing.
That's what's happening.
Pick that up in sentin'.
in her last taxi then she started acting looking like her ice cream was bazzing laughing sniping touching backseat something
nothing in traffic on our own island iris to iris chemistry was crystal
Hiatus told her I'm a Leo.
She said she was a lioness.
Jokes.
She said she was a zebra.
Nah, a Libra, whatever.
I kept her.
Then I got over the whole custody.
i'm chilled now i'm a frozen mug with a dash of vodka i'm a speaking cold
I'm a classic can of Coca-Cola.
I'm highly contagious.
I'm Ebola, cola, then a penguin's shoulder in a polar.
She said she's coming over.
I told her it was kosher.
Soon as shit got over, I told her it is over.
It's over.
I love your energy.
I really love your aura.
You're born.
You want a prima donna.
I'm gonna play the field too.
Young Madonna.
I might come back.
But for now, sign on.
Same corner, different skirt.
So born, Madonna.
You're looking like a million Zim Dollars.
Miss Prim proper.
She says she wasn't awful.
Little window sharper.
Met up with a cobra.
I'm a spittin' cobra.
Hi, I'm a spittin' cobra.
I'm spitting cold.
I'm spitting cold.
I'm a spitting hole.
