[Lyrics] YoungstaCPT – Song Of The Year Lyrics

It’s another one of those
Owns (Young Shaney J he the plug boy)

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Own 2023, get a Forex trade scheme
You traded in your soul, I’m still on the same team
That nigga a munch, mix him with the baked beans
How you feel proud? You going platinum with fake streams
Brands on the stock market only buy culture
Unregulated industry vultures the culprit
You get left behind if you don’t make the list
Rappers still ain’t doing numbers like Taylor Swift
Unless it’s Amapiano, West African Afro, Reggaeton, Spanish
Drake and 21 Savage it’s like the only ones havin’ success in Hip Hop
Anything else is a TikTok that the kids watch
Songs of the year came from Blxckie and Nasty
The rest of it was mid, in the bin, kinda trashy
But Dee Koala, Holy Alpha and Bravo
Maglera, 25, Tyson and Thato
Cape Town also made the impact
At least we don’t scan, copy and paste, that’s big facts
Big Zulu and Cass brought back the diss tracks
Till it’s KO and they SETE out the boxing ring match (Woo)
A-Reece came with the mixtapes
I lift bars, I grip weights, I’m in shape
The ego grows and I’m seeing it inflate
They giving songs nicknames just for clickbait like

They ask me “Why the music taking kak long?”
For the whole year I only released one song
And to be honest, I didn’t even have lus to
My 2022 was a Riky Rick tribute
Another moment of silence
For DJ Sumbody and to City Lyts, mourning in private
Tumi Tladi and to pause, we’re losing all our faves to the grave
The mental pandemic is the plaque
That man Takeoff we’re dropping like flies
So being a rapper now means you might die
When the global top ten or the local high five
Still the same guy with or without the WiFi
You sweet heart, milk tart, candy gumdrop
The Wynberg Police still has my mugshot
Ten years in the game and I’ve been rapping nonstop (Awe)
Spotify stream close, you got a blood-clot raised on the RnB and Hip-Hop (What)
We’re besties, we play the game directly, Ronaldo and Messi
Chess piece move need to clean up the board
My kids being born, so we reap the rewards like

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This is my yearly rap, Peter, Tor Teles
The worlds virginity is broken all stukkend
Monkey pox, what’s next? Kong Zilla
Cos my kinnes cut you with scissors, they’re GloRillas
Fuck naaier free and that’s the way that it will stay
How can homophobic if my side chick is gay?
Central CPT, drill it in your head for sure
I already got my sight set on 2024, naaier, naaier

I just wanna give a shout out to Eskom real quick
Jou mase, stage six double adapted extended lead to prong poes

SETE, passion fruit and lemonade
These are the songs of the year gettin’ played
It was Fireboy and Burna Boy showin’ flames
Temple Boyz, Ice Spice the marinade, like
Whoop whoop why you ain’t come around
I know you’re the talk of the town yeah (Song of the year)
Whoop whoop why you ain’t come around
I know you’re the talk of the town yeah, yeah
Whoop whoop why you ain’t come around
I know you’re the talk of the town yeah (Song of the year)
Whoop whoop why you ain’t come around
I know you’re the talk of the town yeah, yeah

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