Lyrics For Egyptian Cotton By Cassper Nyovest Ft Anthony Hamilton
[Intro: Cassper Nyovest]
Ithi grootman
Ya, mara ere grootman pele
Gobbla!
[Verse 1: Cassper Nyovest]
Egyptian cotton, I sleep in peace while you speak of me
Disorientated reality has become like dreams
Been contemplatin’ giving up rap and become like Keith
That’s Keith Bothongo, oh where’s my manners, that’s Doctor B!
Every time we speak I wonder what he sees in me
They say surround yourself with greats, I do it frequently
If you a boss we split it equally
My baby mama’s from Durban but the coat was made in Italy
See we don’t celebrate the failures of an enemy
Even my enemy’s enemy is not a friend of me
Collaborating for distruction is just not allowed
If you a real one then you would know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
I prefer to go to war with my own guns
Don’t wanna share all this glory with no one, expect the people that really love me, that’s family
The ones that protect me even when they are mad at me
It’s pretty clear that I’ve done well at this life thing
That’s what I think when I pull up at my crib
Take out my phone and scroll through Black Coffee’s IG
And I think “Yaag, batho ba phila mo lifeng”
That’s what happens when you focus on another man
There’s always somebody richer, always a smarter cat
Always gonna be somebody out there with a harder flex but none of them are me, the’re never gonna be another Cass
I used to love the game but now I love myself
Filthy rich and you can tell, by how I smell
I be like “Fa! Fa!”, Ladies be like “Sabawel”
And then it’s “Aah aah” later back at the hotel
I’m fresh as hell, in my Cazals
I’m in the Spur lookin’ like I never took a L
My white mamis call me “Nyovest”
Don’t rush your process, chasing another man’s progress
We [?]
[Chrous: Anthony Hamilton]
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That’s flex, that’s flex
All about family
That’s flex, that’s flex
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That’s flex, that’s flex
[Verse 2: Cassper Nyovest]
Yeah
My life is changing, I’m about to be a father
My son is already blessed, he’s got a starter
I feel secure, I think I picked the perfect mother
I’m forced to grow and certain things are kinda harder
I think I might let go of the Bentley, cause I don’t wanna see his little stomach go empty
I’d rather keep the crib, that’s more important so him and my baby mama always got a place to live yeah
I used to care about all the opinions, now all I care about is all the family reunions
Fuck a Brazilian, my baby mama hair look Indian
She smart plus she worth a couple millions
Shoutout to Jabba he prepared me formally
I know the traps, I get up early for my cheese
Uncle Cassper grinding heavy for my niece, so fuck a six pack we living in the belly of the beast
I feel like, I’ve seen it done, done it all
It’s more memorable when I’m involved
And yeah I started small, but look how I evolved
Went Twenty thousand in the stand, it’s just something small
Still driven, yeah I hardly walk
I need a pitstop for the blisters soon, that’s that Ferrari talk
You know the saying “More money more problems”, that’s true
But somehow we stress less and we party more
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Sip on Canari and explore the Kalahari
The young boys, they love to make noise like Kawasaki
I know the shit I’m wearin’ look plain but it’s Versace
It’s Rich Mnisi polos for the evening
Ma Xhosa masks, you know the combos always sickening
See nna ke ratile sdwadlo since kele pickinie
And I’ma need to see your glasses up if you feeling me