Sixteen: Mommy, my heart is broken
Yolandi: Hmm?
Sixteen: Because my daddy might fix it!
Ninja: Yea, I'll fix it, come here
Sixteen: Mommy can you move away?
Ninja: Come lie in your space,
I'll tell her to go fix it. I'll fix it, lie in the space here
Sixteen: But mommy can DANCE WIF DA DEVIL Lyrics: Our band is called Die Antwoord and that means "The Answer" / The peoples from America, they say a little bit funny because they can't say it right / How do they say it The official music video for Ed Sheeran - You Need Me, I Don't Need You The new album "=" is out now - listen here: https://es.lnk.to/equalsListen to the rem Listen to I Dont Care on Spotify. Die Antwoord · Song · 2016. Home; Search; Your Library. Create your first playlist It's easy, we'll help you. Create playlist. die antwoord – i don’t need you lyrics : “i don’t need you” i don’t need you i don’t need you you’re like see through i don’t see you i don’t need you i don’t need you you’re like see through i don’t see you i’m a playa folding paper from the golden acre to the over seas move over please the over taker [Verse 2] I sing, "I write my own tune and I write my own verse," hell Don't need another wordsmith to make my tunes sell Call yourself a singer-writer, you’re just bluffing Name’s on the I don’t care, I don’t care I don’t care, I don’t care As long as you’re with me I don’t care, I don’t care I don’t care, I don’t care As long as you’re with me [Pre-Chorus: Yolandi & Ninja] Even if it’s raining, and the wind is blowing Even if we’re far from home, even if it’s snowing Music video by Die Antwoord performing Enter The Ninja. (C) 2010 Interscope Records#DieAntwoord #EnterTheNinja #Vevo #Electronic #Explicit Die Antwoord. Die Antwoord (Afrikaans for "The Answer") is a South African rap-rave group whose style draws from the Zef counter-culture movement. Lyrics for I Fink U Freeky [Explicit] by Die Antwoord. Sexy boys, fancy boys Playboys, bad boys I fink u freeky and I like you a lot Motherfucker 9XW2. Whoops! Sorry, but this page doesn't exist. Why not use the links above or search to find what you're looking for? Alternatively, you could go back to where you were or start again from the home page. API Calls I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I'm a playa Folding paper From the golden acre To the overseas Move over please The over taker Hot boude shaker The fucking answer The fucking last year Dit was lekker maar dis nou klaar You got your pat on the back But you can't fuck with The rising talent of rap Don't speak to me Did somebody say something With the bass pumping The place jumping? I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you Butt Fuck all Exactly Yeah, you're nasty Yeah, I'm nasty I've got the ice cream Cherry Yogurt Yeah, you know it You want a lick of my ice cream Suck I'm a lucky ducky I think your sucky-fucky Don't speak to me Did somebody say something With the bass pumping The place jumping? I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you The all are masa They been down with us So stay one I fucking love you Though all the other ones With no fucking face I don't love you I'm above you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you But disown your fuckin' selfCreditsWriter(s): Watkin Jones, Justin De Nobrega, Bastiaan Bas Bron Lyrics powered by Link Disclaimer: i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch. Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia un artista o un publisher. Wat Pomp? Lyrics[Intro: Ninja, Yolandi & Jack Parow]Ninja!Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Landi Visser!Jack Parow!DJ Hi-TekDie fokken Antwoord![Chorus: Ninja & Yolandi]Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp?[Verse 1: Yo-landi Visser]Fresh futuristigMe I’m a misfit, drink my 5 roses tea with a biscuitI’m shweet and I’m twisted, like a koeksusterI’m rustig ekse, o, we go ballistig, you can’t fuck with this shitIt’s dark and it’s different, pay attention or be like "Fuck it, I missed it"([Ninja] Joe, maar sy’s giftig, oo jissie is dit?)Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit shitI missed itMy number’s unlistedYo fuck the system, I got my own system'Cause I won’t listen, my tricky-dicky lietjie blows systemsYou can hear me coming from the distanceMense versigtig, I get up to mischiefJou fokken mif dik lip op 'n tik klipMy style is poison, it’s a freak pak of gomGiftige cherrie up on page 3 van Die Son[Chorus: Ninja & Yolandi]Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp?(Jack Parow)[Verse 2: Jack Parow]Wat pomp julle?Raak dronk op pilleVrot binne as die kwaai pop singers kop sinneEk verskyn uit die stoom van die stortSoos n droom of ‘n visie, 'n oom op n missieMirror, mirror on the wall tell me who's illI'm touched with true skillI bust the blue steelShit, the mirror’s mistySjoe, who can this beLet's see the seksie refleksieEksie perfeksie donner op 'n entjieStonewashed jeans palm bome op my hempieTssssFuck yes I'm dressed for success, my breath is kak freshJack Parow!([Ninja] There you go, baby)Look at that lekker romantiese Afrikaans superster rapperCheck my fokken uit, lat die beat drop playerDie naam’s Jack Parow, fok Steve Hofmeyer[Chorus: Ninja & Yolandi]Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp?[Verse 3: Ninja]Me and my super fresh look to the rescueWe come to gently caress youLike two warm ballas in a nice cold palmMake you feel strange when the mic’s onOkay, this is my songFok jou ek dink jy’s ‘n poes!Vat jou vir ‘n poes want jy klink soos ‘n poes!Jy rap soos ’n poes en jy sing soos ‘n poesHou my neus vas want jy stink soos ‘n poesAlright lemme speak yo, all up in this freak showOkay, check out my skill, geen fokken clue nieLike my name was NigelMoenie my flippen tune nieEk gaan vir my ma seOkay, toemaar los ditIf it doesn’t fit, force it, that’s my mottoI'm not weird, you're weirdI’m just flippin' new hereI rap like a sore thumb, what’s up with you brother?I fit right in, like my cock in your motherSo don’t tell me I’ve got no fireI’m running on the spot and I’m so tiredHair getting blown back by my blow dryerJou naaier, jou naaier[Chorus: Ninja & Yolandi]Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp?[Ninja]Uuh (Hosss)2009 (Yo)Die fokken Antwoord (Fresh futuristig)Yo, DJ Hi-Tek (Duidelik)Yo-landi Visser (Some fucking fancy shit)Uuh[Yo-Landi]Jy check my op die fokken strate (Yo)Jy check my in fokken larny restaurant (We’re very fancy)Yo, jy check my op page 3 van Die Son[Ninja]Yo, die fokken ninja (Ouch)Stainless steel stab comin’ at yaMy borshare mooi afgeskeer (Daarsy!)Donald Duck cap from the overseas (Oulik!)FreesssshDon’t fuck with my styleNinja... I’m a tigerYo, waar die fok is Jack?Jack?Parow?[Yo-landi]Ek dink hy’s in die toilet...