[Chorus:chefshenko]

Bukayooooo

Bukayooooo oh oh

Bukayooooo

Bukayooooo oh oh

[Verse:chefshenko]

My laanie keeps it real like camavinga bro

Go on tell on this I know you snitch the most

Analyze the game, Carlo Ancelotti

No its not a bando, chefd this in the pozi

Keep send love to the brands and the sponships

Keep send all them packs

Got me ripping box to box like yaya toure

Bokayo saka

How i cut in then reach my goals

Dem boy deh get sent on loan

Bare connects on stupid phone

They keep playing tunes my in Rome

Feel like Jose

If i speak then im in trouble

So i

Sh sh sh

[Bridge:chefshenko]

(Adlibs in panganese)

[Verse:2Mii]

Yeah (ah)

Bona nou siya ba ngena

Football ting like mayambela

Why man go so hard (asambe)

I'm dropping a tune like I dropped out Sgela (shwiiii)

Lalela, Mamela (wang'kutlwa)

Di ice di chengcha weather (ekse)

She say I'm from the ghetto

Son of the soil

Like Samuel Eto (ishuu)

She was at the wishing well ( what else)

She speak French, Je m'appelle (uh huh)

I call her babe or moghel

(eh man si'zwile ntwana man)

Yeah granted I don't know the meaning

I think the meaning is very demeaning (ekse)

I'm back to back Ms. Keating

I'm at a meaning

I meet with a vegan (prrrt)

Casually mention Ms. Keating

I'm back to back

With the calls I'm receiving (uh huh)

Is quite a situation

I like how she go

And she hate when I'm leaving (alright)

Casually mention Ms. Keating

I'm back to back with the calls I'm receiving (prrrt)

Is quite a situation

I like how she go

And she hate when I'm leaving (okay)