LYRICS: Costa Titch – Wag N Bietjie ft. YoungstaCPT
[Intros: Costa Titch]
Yes sir!
Bling blaw, bling blaw
(Ti-Ti-Titch!)
(Wag ’n bietjie ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Chorus: Costa Titch]
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag, wag, wag
Wag ’n bietjie, wag
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag, wag, wag
Wag ’n bietjie, wag
[Post-Chorus: Costa Titch]
Bad B lit (Lit-lit)
Yeah she lit (Lit-lit)
Wag ’n bietjie
Bad B pull up with the stick (With the stick)
Bad B lit (Lit-lit)
Yeah she lit (Lit-lit)
Wag ’n bietjie
Bad B pull up with the stick (Pull up with the stick)
[Verse 1: Costa Titch]
Promo vid out here lookin’ like an album drop
Find me at the top
All your new shit flop
Mina ngi Nkalakatha, ASAP with the fuckin’ rocks
Big rocks big ice, I’ma get unlocked
Wag ’n bietjie, I’m in Essence with the chopper
One drop, I get booked up for the summer
Runner-up but I’m fuckin’ up the commas
Eish shit, all you one hit wonders yeah
We lit, Titch Gang my gang, we strong
Hit the Swoosh, rockin’ Alexander Wang (Wang-Wang)
[?]
Wena u na manga
Pocket fat like DJ Khaled, got no hunger
[Chorus: Costa Titch]
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag, wag, wag
Wag ’n bietjie, wag
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag, wag, wag
Wag ’n bietjie, wag
[Post-Chorus: Costa Titch]
Bad B lit (Lit-lit)
Yeah she lit (Lit-lit)
Wag ’n bietjie
Bad B pull up with the stick (With the stick)
Bad B lit (Lit-lit)
Yeah she lit (Lit-lit)
Wag ’n bietjie
Bad B pull up with the stick (Pull up with the stick)
[Verse 2: YoungstaCPT]
Wait a bit
When I’m on track then it’s [?]
Put the plate on your lap then flavour it
Now savour it
I’m your favourite
I’m so dangerous
On a microphone I’m a menace
You should know my name, I [?] kinders
I’m a little rough around the edges
Smoking [?] like Benson & Hedges with effort
To your discredit, how can you master a style I invented?
I don’t need Megan, I am a Stallion
Running the track and you coming in second
Look at the trophies that I have collected
I am a legend, I’m very impressive
You are pathetic, you cannot be measured
The Cape Crusader, I’m all the Avengers and you must be just
I’m a iPhone plus
I’m much too much
My screen don’t touch
Slow down don’t rush
I wrote this verse in pyjamas
I remember when Costa was a dancer
And now you all getting shots
Oh baas! Oh faas!
Wag
[Chorus: Costa Titch]
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag, wag, wag
Wag ’n bietjie, wag
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag ’n bietjie
Wag, wag, wag
Wag ’n bietjie, wag
[Post-Chorus: Costa Titch]
Bad B lit (Lit-lit)
Yeah she lit (Lit-lit)
Wag ’n bietjie
Bad B pull up with the stick (With the stick)
Bad B lit (Lit-lit)
Yeah she lit (Lit-lit)
Wag ’n bietjie
Bad B pull up with the stick (Pull up with the stick)
[Verse 3: Costa Titch]
Wait a minute
I’ma pop off in a minute
All these hyped up homies, they ain’t got a chance to win it
Man they locked up in the studio, we see they can’t perform
Man they shit just ain’t on form
They won’t last, they ain’t that long
Need a legend in the business
Titch gon’ take it to the top
Promised mama I’ma make it
I’ma come home with a lot
B!
[Outro]
