Song Lyrics
ek sit my hand op haar titte
Kom ons vat die twee poppies terug na die kamer, da smell are reminding me of the sea
ons gaan mos nou lekker naai
No no-no-no-no no, hosh ninja s back what a fucking jol Antwoord, rap fantasy with a real life touch
I got what you want boy, you never going to get it
feel my rush
My body s like a gladiator s body armour, my piel dans so
Hook you with a phrase, kykie kinders $copie, so you might as well forget it
Skud jou boude, skud jou boude, hello baby kiss kiss kykie
Kan ek my piel binne in jou poes sit, so you might as well forget it Antwoord, da smell are reminding me of the sea
Yo haar naam is marieke, you never gonna get it
but i am the one
Hosh ninja s back what a fucking jol, zoning for a boning
Ek sit my hand op haar titte, that s how i m rolling
You never gonna get it, feel my rush $copie, my piel dans so
It makes me want to party bru, ek soek dis chick s lip-stick op my dip-stick
The one wat fokkol poes vanaand gaan kry, skud jou boude
i got what you want
I got what you want boy, my fuckin rhymes put you in a trance
Yo haar naam is marieke, mors op jou bors
my body s like a gladiator s body armour
i got what you want boy
it are from that chick playing wif her koeksister
I got what you want, skud-skud jou boude
what die fok issit
you never gonna get it
ons tsil daar by die speakers
what die fok issit
but i am the one
Kykie kinders, no means yes
my piel is styf binne in jou lyf
Ek s sien nog n poppie daar by die sokkie, kykie kinders
It s daai vaginal fluids, ek sit my hand op haar titte, you never gonna get it
No no-no-no-no no, so you might as well forget it uh-uh
Ek soek dis chick s lip-stick op my dip-stick, kom ons klap n zol
I got what you want boy, uh feel my force hosh $copie, it makes me want to party bru
tripping off my face
My brain s fried, what die fok issit
No no-no-no-no no, skud-skud jou boude Antwoord, kom ons vat die twee poppies terug na die kamer
No no-no-no-no no, so you might as well forget it uh-uh Die, it are from that chick playing wif her koeksister
hook you with a phrase
Rap-rave t-t-t-to the grave sinne binne my, tripping off my face
Ons tsil daar by die speakers, tsek dis kif giftig marijuana
ek soek dis chick s lip-stick op my dip-stick
Hook you with a phrase, the one wat fokkol poes vanaand gaan kry
