Shine Your Light - Papii the hitman

O wanitwa mos, o wanitwa mos Oh, yeah, baby Girl, drop, drop it down for me Dance until you dislocate Got rules I'm 'bout to disobey But know it's gonna be okay Oh, let the music take you away Wanna be happy, so you say I know your baby drive you cray But no one could take his place It's so dark out, world's so dim Let your light shine from within No more hatred, let love win I'm your family, I'm your friend Good to see you, how've you been? May He bless you and your kin No more feelin' down It's time to hit the town, town Shine your light (shine), shine your light (shine) Shine your light (shine), shine your light (shine) Shine it bright (shine), shine it bright (shine) Shine it bright (shine), shine it bright (shine) Shine your light (shine) Shine your light (shine) Shine your light (shine) Shine your light (shine) Oh, yeah, I'ma keep on shining my light So bright, with no matches Laying the pipe just right, them old-fashioned Having a good time, dancing and laughing While all my homies got the club cracking Got ya, and I ain't gon' leave Hold you down 'til you rest in peace The last man standing, he gon' see, yeah I'll fight for you and your friends May He bless you and your kin No more feeling down It's time to hit the town, town Shine your light (shine), shine your light (shine) Shine your light (shine), shine your light (shine) Shine it bright (shine), shine it bright (shine) Shine it bright (shine), shine it bright (shine) Shine your light (shine) Shine your light (shine) Shine your light (shine) Shine your light (shine) Oh-na-na, oh-na-na-na Oh-na-na, oh-na-na Oh-na-na, oh-na-na-na Oh-na-na, oh-na-na Oh-na-na, oh-na-na-na Oh-na-na, oh-na-na Oh-na-na, oh-na-na-na Oh-na-na, oh-na-na Konvict Master, Master KG O wanitwa mos, o wanitwa mos

Here we go, yeah Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, I'm the hitman Stand aside I'm the hitman I want your life Ain't no escaping Don't run and hide There goes the neighbourhood (I'm gonna kill for your love) that's right Hitman Now don't you cry I'm just a hitman And you might get fried Gun in my pocket Don't get me wrong I'll be your hitman I'm a fool for your love I'm a head shredder That's better Baby, baby, baby I'm a hitman, hitman, hitman Yeah, trouble in the East, troubled in the West Struggle with the beast (what a thief, what a pest) Come back, mother Nuke that sucker Yeah, yeah, yeah Who knows what I'm talking about Waste that, brother All right Ooh That's the way to do it I'm the hitman I'm your prize But this hitman can cut you down to size Love me, baby Don't be so cool Love me, love me, baby I've been to the hitman school Yeah, yeah, yeah You're gonna make my day Gonna blow you away That's when the fun begins Are you ready for the sting? Gonna waste that thing (hitman) Hitman is king Go, go Oh, hitman, hitman

I be steppin' trappin' On top of the hill Breakin records What is your deal I told my momma Imma get her a mill Sdumo my brother The calling is real The battle is real I'm making this innovation Paving the way I make it I studied the foundation Of making the music pay You better believe in me Music is truth in me The boy's from Africa The boy's from SA Predicting my future like my life is an essay I'm cutting people off Call me machete×2 I be steppin' trappin' On top of the hill Breakin records What is your deal I told my momma Imma get her a mill Sdumo my brother The calling is real The battle is real I feel like a climbing hill I know the battle is real But I ain't signing no deal I put the cheque on the bill I know we making a mill Ow yeah I'm grindin' foreal Might end dying foreal Yeah I'm livin for the art yeah My mind is like a gallery I'm going to succeed I don't care if you doubting me Haters stay behind me When I rise to my destiny (Destiny) To my destiny (Destiny) Whoa From the bottom to the top The grind is where' I'll be I'm making this innovation Paving the way I make it I studied the foundation of making the music pay You better believe in me Music is truth in me The boy's from Africa The boy's from SA Predicting my future like my life is an essay I'm cutting people off Call me machete×2 I be steppin' trappin' On top of the hill Breakin records What is your deal I told my momma Imma get her a mill Sdumo my brother The calling is real The battle is real