Kobby Dope - Swagga On African Print (s.o.a.p) Songtexte

Intro :
Swagga On African Print
S.O.A.P
We dont out rap yall
We out swag yall

Verse 1 :
Four beads on my neck, I be swagged out to the max chale
5 more on my wrist where are my putting my Rolex chale
I have got beads with ice that is still cold, real cold
I aint lying for real though, I have nicknamed it Lex chale
V neck, rosary, Bottega shorts, dress check
I am in the booth I kill beats, I go like: next track
Black and white chuck taylors, woodin shirt and a snapback
Polo shomi, four more beads stuffed inside my backpack
Its 2012, F you dress like dummies for
Where the taylors at, these boys looking funny jor
Oh I heard you got a problem with the way I dress, I really care
Hating on a brothers swag, you do know that is silly yeah

Chorus:
Da Viva in my closet so I stand out when I stand out
Like I no dey find the keys to my damn house
I am so ATL, I am so GTP
Swagger on African print
#S-O-A-P

Bridge :
Hitting the streets, fresh to death
Killing the beads, death to the death
Winning seats, you feeling, we be in the lead, you next to best
Your girlfriend will probably end up cropping you out of the photo
Cos swagger on African print, thats the motto

Verse 2 :
Yeah, SOAP, Kobby Lets do it
I am a SOAP brother, straight from my head to toe
African fashion, that history ever told
Where I am from we turn dust to fucking gold
Triple beam dream singing meanie Minnie moe
What is Louis, what is Gucci, I am talking GTP
All dressed African and they envy me
I see these dudes looking at me, they pissing me
I put the polo in the bin, they questioning me
I rep Ghana, a true black born stunna
I aint trying to put my name on the damn banner
My skin is black and I am proud and I am never fading
Our culture, heritage is never ever changing
The whites turning out lives like a ceiling fan
I am going back to my roots, yeah I still can
All these probably want to see my downfall
But heavy beads on my neck when I am called forth

Chorus:
Da Viva in my closet so I stand out when I stand out
Like I no dey find the keys to my damn house
I am so ATL, I am so GTP
Swagger on African print
#S-O-A-P

Verse 3 :
Big beads look like eggs hanging round my neck
Its damn heavy, every 5 steps, I have to catch my breath
I mean my beads game its crazy
Slash, maybe Manifest, the only ones that may faze me
Rocking beads and a shambala at the same damn time
Louis frames on my eyes and am
Rocking beads and a shambala at the same damn time
Music blazing loud through my speakers and am
In a Borsalino hat, Nino Seguino shoes
About to hit the party, where my freaking goons
One last thing before I am gone right
Girls who no dey wear waist beads, thats that shit I dont like

Chorus:
Da Viva in my closet so I stand out when I stand out
Like I no dey find the keys to my damn house
I am so ATL, I am so GTP
Swagger on African print
#S-O-A-P

Bridge :
Hitting the streets, fresh to death
Killing the beads, death to the death
Winning seats, you feeling, we be in the lead, you next to best
Your girlfriend will probably end up cropping you out of the photo
Cos swagger on African print, thats the motto

Outro:
Swagga On African Print
Team #SOAP, Its the thing
Hw3 table no na fa di adanse3
Woodin ne GTP tuetua
Beads Akase3
Enti yen ye pue a ye hy3da fa yen ho ankasa, We dont play
When Sergios on the beat- its like thunder on the streets