Lyrics For Ngonile By Touchline Ft Jay HB x Eminent Fam Lyrics
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Uyazi ngonile (Beng’cel’ ung’xolele)
Bang’nik’ inhliziyo ngiyiphulile (Beng’cel’ ung’xolele)
Kuwe ngonile (Beng’cel’ ung’xolele)
Wang’nika nothando, ngililahlile
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
verse 1
Ngiyazi bowufona ngingayibambi
And ngiyazi mawukwatile awulali
Bengithi ngizobhela ngey’nkathi
Kwasuke kway’ party, beng’cela ungakwati
Ng’yaz’ uMbali, uThandi, uKhanyi, Khensani, uNandi
Kunani? Abangani, ebothi bang’phani?
Angali, ang’hlali, but dali ang’gangi ang’hlanyi my love
Manje siloku silwa kufike intathakusa
Bowuthi nginama cherry in the other hood
Maw’khuluma ng’shaya ngathi ang’zwanga lutho
Bese ngiyakubamba then we do what lovers do
I know I said do you, but baby do me
Can’t pretend ngathi abongwana abangifuni
You know Faith, Millicent, Tumi
I’mma have faith ‘till that mill is sent to me
Okaaaay, phone on silent
Raise that dress, make me raise my eyelids
Guess you’re high less, flaunt your flyness
Your sex drive is wild : no mileage
I’m in studio every single night
And it’s hit after hit after hit : no violence
It’s lit when we kiss and you stick right by me
Don’t quit, this is it, I like it
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verse 2
Hey, mina ng’sak’funa, manje wena uthini?
Mpintji zakho zithi ‘kanti ungenwe yini?’
They wanna see themselves in the picture
But this one don’t need editing
Big bums don’t mean anything
Insta don’t bring wedding rings
I’m a baddie black guy with a dirty ass mind
But my intentions are very thin
Ya, uThabo, uJabu, Karabo, uThando, uSkhalo, Manjalo, ilabo
Manj’ ubani lo lapho kwakho?
We might go hardcore, mano e mano
Manje la zo Malavo, sphans’ kom–thunz’ wolanga
Can’t get can’t tholakala baby
Sthandane fast so can’t let it end
Might be hard to do love again
Ng’cel’ ung’nikez’ i-space
I’mma need a few days nabangani bami
Ungang’vuleli case ngizobuya Tuesday wena dali wami
You don’t ever wanna text back
I hate those mood swings
Ironic that the message that’s read, always gets blue-ticked
I make mistakes but you know the mistakes make me
But we should talk about it, not post about it
Baby girl we are not eighteen
Some couples seem good but we’re loaded
Heat-load shedding stage 3
So in your darkest hour, when you’re out of power
What’s the use if your light ain’t me
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