"Mahhala Style" lyrics

Uh, uh-huh, hold on, yeah, ha, ha

Come on, baby, let's kick it
Let's kick it like a sport, I'm Cole Palmer
All's I need is a team and fuckin' shorts, huh karma
I went and lost it all, I made some more nigga, karma
Long ass sentence, I need the pause, let's go harder
Yes I got the bread, it came in crates, I need the butter
Fuck her good, I fuck her good, I made her khala
I know just what they want, they want the heat, I brought the lava
She want me to fuck her twice, one plus one, plus lovers

Yeah, woo, but we not lovers
This a Louis Vuitton shirt, bae I didn't get this shit from Zara
I'm a young Shona man, won't say you pap, I'll say you sadza
Hold on, I'm a young Zulu man, won't give you slaps, I'll give you mpamas

Ah, Blxckie
Wena uyaphapa
NIggas pointin' at my head like unicorn, I feel like Shala
First I pull out my chopper, make it sing, I'm holding Sjava
Everything I do significant, I'm nothin' like the others

Skyf
Your significant other
Fede, I want your girl, let's do a trade, let's do a barter
It's three hoes around, give me the box, I need a Santa
I'm in the cut mpandla, get to the point Amanda

Hold on, I think Sliqe might have her number
Nigga send it now, I'm tellin' Nxsh we never gon' lamba
Injayam uSliqe