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[Music] AKA & Nasty C – Lemons (Lemonade)

Updated

May 28, 2023

Music & Lyrics: AKA & Nasty C – Lemons (Lemonade)

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South African rapper, singer, songwriter, and record producer, Aka drops a banging track, “Lemons (Lemonade)” featuring Nasty C. Lemons (Lemonade) audio is available for streaming. The New track was released off “MASS COUNTRY,” which features 14 tracks and was released in 2023.

AKA & Nasty C – Lemons (Lemonade) Audio

AKA & Nasty C – Lemons (Lemonade) Lyrics

Al, l ah, all over the track
Uh pardon me uh, as I comeback!
Al, l ah, all over the track
Uh pardon me uh, as I comeback!
Al, l ah, all over the track
Uh pardon me uh, as I comeback!
Al, l ah, all over the track
Uh pardon me uh, as I comeback!

Ayy, More life
Peng ting, a sight for sore eyes
Dark days friends were few, it’s alright
Turned that pain to fuel and survived
Ooh, ooh, now I’m stronger
Backstage in the coupe like Lorcia
Spin moves in the paint like Jordan
Girlfriend on her bullshit, that’s Taurus
Star signs, pull up and shine at Nostra
GALXBOY, that’s culture
I’ve been on top for a long time
Champion chips, ama big corn bites
People say “Hip hop died”, that’s nonsense
Thank God they showed their true colours
Switched up piano like vultures

All in my feelings, I can’t conceal it
I take it all the way
I’m playin’ hard to get
This life is different, it’s risky business
Lemons to lemonade, lemons to lemonade

Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set
Zip up the Off-White up to the neck
Turn up the A/C, it’s hot in the sec
Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace
Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set
Zip up the Off-White up to the neck
Turn up the A/C, it’s hot in the sec
Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, baby
Ooh, ooh

Keep a-
Nice ting with the lips and the curves, in my corner
A ten on my lap, Maradona
I’m givin’ her some class, Cabernet Sauvignon her
When I made her gag I was goin’ for her tonsils
When I met her dad, I told him I’m an apostle
Damn, that nigga’s a fossil
Now everything is alright (Everything is alright)
You see my new car right?
I pulled up to the show and they was sleepin’
The energy was weak, I gave them some Morvite
Zaba Zaba Zaba Zai Zaba Zai
Always out the country, guess I’m a Zai Zai
When they pull me over, I’m black I might die
No SAPS, cool drink, high five
SA, what a place to reside
Tides, Durban, the ever-great side (Side)
Livin’ on the highway, pepper steak pies
But black don‘t crack so I bet I age fine (Age fine)
Got a little thing called ties (Yeah)
Rolled a little thing called dice
She roll her little things called eyes
Wrote a little thing called rhymes
Never told lies, you just couldn’t see it with your own eyes

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JJC Lyrics by Shatta Wale

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2 days ago

May 25, 2023

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Ghanaian Music singer Shatta Wale drops an impressive sound tagged, “JJC”. The official lyrics of “JJC” is available below.

Shatta Wale Lyrics

Shatta Wale – JJC Lyrics

Chorus
JJC Johnny just come
Leave that boy he be Jon
JJC Johnny just come
Leave that boy he be Jon

Verse 1
How far for street?
You dey run your mouth
Ano tell you ashawo no be cheap
Call me your boss
He be too lightweight
Before man go komot en teeth
Hey captain santara
I dey VIP
I dey watch your girl like this
More than telescope
I dey watch like episode
Baby shape like this

Chorus
JJC Johnny just come
Leave that boy he be Jon
JJC Johnny just come
Leave that boy he be Jon
JJC Johnny just come
Leave that boy he be Jon
JJC Johnny just come
Leave that boy he be Jon

Verse 2
If your boy no like you
Come to me I like you
Chop love like this
Is today your first time?
Wey you buy benz
Drive am like this
Is today your first time?
Wey you confirm
Throw money like this
If you make am
Don’t forget boys
We dey der like this
If you make am
Don’t forget boys
Otherwise we go tell you this – tell you this
Listen

Chorus
JJC Johnny just come
Leave that boy he be Jon
JJC Johnny just come
Leave that boy he be Jon
JJC Johnny just come
Leave that boy he be Jon
JJC Johnny just come
Leave that boy he be Jon

Verse 3
I say mafia dance
No be fine boy dance
Be like we dey pound fufu
I say mafia love
No be fine boy love
Cook I dey come chop some
I know you love this vibe
Chale don’t deny
Shatta this come touch some
Baby make I come
She say wait
Baby make I come
She know I go come late
Which kind nyash be this
What nyash be this
Wey town girl be this
Who girl be this
Oh your girl
Na your girl
Oh girl
Hehehehehe

Chorus
JJC Johnny just come
Leave that boy he be Jon
JJC Johnny just come
Leave that boy he be Jon
JJC Johnny just come
Leave that boy he be Jon
JJC Johnny just come
Leave that boy he be Jon

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20 Trending Nigerian Music Playlist 2023

Published

1 month ago

April 27, 2023

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Get full Trending Nigerian Music Playlist in 2023. We have taken our time to compile the best Nigerian songs from your favourite Nigerian music singers. This Music playlist is spiced up with impressive Afrobeat sounds from the likes of Davido, Wizkid, Omah Lay, Kizz Daniel, Joeboy, Fireboy DML, Rema, Ayra Starr, Tiwa Savage, Fave, Adekunle Gold, Simi etc.

20 Trending Nigerian Music

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1. Many Things – Zinoleesky

2. FEEL – Davido

3. UNAVAILABLE – Davido ft. Musa Keys

4. 2:30 – Asake

5. KANTE – Davido ft. Fave

6. NA MONEY – Davido ft. Caveman

7. Party No Dey Stop – Adekunle Gold ft. Zinoleesky

8. OVER DEM – Davido

9. AWAY – Davido

10. E PAIN ME – Davido

11. FOR THE ROAD – Davido

12. Duffel Bag – Joeboy

13. GWAGWALADA – BNXN FT. Kizz Daniel & Seyi Vibez

14. khaid – Carry Me Go ft. Boy Spyce

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Listen to SABA & No I.D. – Back in Office Lyrics & Audio

Published

1 month ago

April 19, 2023

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SABA & No I.D. – Back in Office Lyrics & Audio

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American rapper and record producer SABA & No I.D. comes through with a brand new song titled, “Back in Office”. The new Hip hop song “Back in Office” is available for streaming.

Listen to SABA & No I.D. – Back in Office Audio

SABA & No I.D. – Back in Office is Available Now

SABA & No I.D. – Back in Office Lyrics

Young Sebastian back in office
Slipped out of the back in a flyin’ saucer
“Christelo where we at?” declinin’ offers
I hear niggas rappin’, can make salsa

Tomato, tomato, it’s all sauce-less
This feel like Draino to y’all faucets
Superhero, this my negro, sauced this flow
They hear my shit, and then adopt it like a foster home
My granny workin’ hard, the main person I call upon
Gold chain hang from my collarbone
I was the same guy in her college dorm
And I ain’t never had a college dorm
Body like a bottle, and that skin tone terracotta
I’m from Chicago, we invented mobsters
Some call me “Saba”, others call me “Saba”
As long as it’s love, it’s not a problem
I like I’m Óscar de la Hoya
Fuck is y’all lookin’ at?
Hot potato, oil, I can fry the game or boil
They like “Fuck is y’all cookin’ crack?”
Got niggas askin’ “Is it jazz? Or is it rap?”
I’m a bit imaginative, I’m where the ribbon at
In the sky I can write like Jack Kerouac
I can say anything, it don’t even have to match
I can wear anything, it don’t even have to match
When it comes to rap peers, I don’t even have a match
Like a smoker lookin’ for a light, patch in they jacket flaps
Raised by the old schools, G-Pop in they Cadillac
That’s-

Young Sebastian back in office
Slipped out of the back in a flyin’ saucer
“Christelo where we at?” declinin’ offers
I hear niggas rappin’, can make-

This is for the amateurs, this is where the master rap
Some of them not amateurs, but next to me they sound like that
My city like Gotham, but no, I am not Ben Affleck
Turn your head into a fraction, yeah, they will take half of that
I am not a hunter, but I grew up in that habitat
Life a uphill battle, but for me was more a avalanche
Stackin’ up the bread, now I need everything I haven’t had
Milly after milly, they gon’ hit me like I’m Bangladesh
Cole passed on this beat back in 2009
I was but a young lad waitin’ to have my time
Knew that one day my story be celebrated
I guess I’m still waitin’, so fuck it, I’ma take it
Love myself enough, I can dodge through the stunts
Actin’ like a ruler, but can never measure up
Knew myself enough, I never questioned what I was
Manifested paradise and I was in the hood
Ten years plus now I been this good
Honey on me now, she heard about the buzz
Signs should say “Keep out”, the dawg’s on the hunt
Label try reach out, that’s every other month

Young Sebastian back in office
Slipped out of the back in a flyin’ saucer
“Christelo where we at?” declinin’ offers
I hear niggas rap, tell ’em “Take caution”