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Yung Nasty XVI - A Lot Freestyle Lyrics



Yung Nasty XVI - A Lot Freestyle Lyrics




I've been outchea being a slave, you know
Won't stop grinding til I hit the grave, you know
Nasty how much do you charge per show?
Do you really get paid and now they wanna know
They don't know what I've been thru (A lot)
Do they really got a clue? (They don't)
How many Friends you done lost? (A lot)
How of them said they were real? (A lot)
How many favors you did? (A lot)
How hearts you done broke? (A lot)
How many girls you done been with, you told 'em you love 'em, but you couldn't cope? (A lot)
How many favors you did? (A lot)
How hearts you done broke? (a lot)
How many girls you done been with, you told 'em you love 'em, but you couldn't cope? (A lot)

Summer'19 I'm coming for they necks
And I'm tired of always proving I'm the best
I'm aiming for heads, you only got a vest
Haven't begun, you already failing the test
I'm from Tembisa
My heart on pedestal
I need a visa, you better take cover, hoe
Let us go line for line
And see who's see who's really dope
'Cause I get more respect like I'm a pope
Young clean nigga with hella mud on him
I'm that nigga and I thank God I'm him
I'm in the city of gold and in digging it
Gave you Japan and I look like I came from it
Focused on numbers
Your career's dropping thou
They going up, is you making money dough?
I'm not judging, I'm just asking a question yo
I'm not judging, I'm just asking a question
I'm still Esco with the bars
And I been thru hell you can tell by the scars
From Dubane, but I'm reppin' the east
You can't go toe to toe with me, you on a leash
Feel like touchline when I'm ripping the beat
And you can't touch my lines if this ain't on repeat
On the touchline I'm like Ronaldo with the skill
Getting touched by my lines, now you feeling the heat
Over and over again
They can't believe how far a young nigga came
But I will never complain
Got the realist with me, invading the game
Dropping visuals in a minute
I'm an astronaut, wait for my landing
Trigger told you that we want it all day
And yes, it's Slick in the building
She hang with the gang tonight, that's right
Your shawty wanna spend the night
And I'm shining extra bright tonight, that's right
Shawty you looking at a star
Can't wait 'til the gang flood up they wrists
All of the pressure gonna make us glisten
Will be a year older when you bump to this
So what I mean is Happy Birthday to me

I've been outchea being a slave, you know
Won't stop grinding til I hit the grave, you know
Nasty how much do you charge per show?
Do you really get paid and now they wanna know
They don't know what I've been thru (A lot)
Do they really got a clue? (They don't)
How many Friends you done lost? (A lot)
How of them said they were real? (A lot)
How many favors you did? (A lot)
How hearts you done broke? (A lot)
How many girls you done been with, you told 'em you love 'em, but you couldn't cope? (A lot)
How many favors you did? (A lot)
How hearts you done broke? (A lot)
How many girls you done been with, you told 'em you love 'em, but you couldn't cope? (A lot)
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I've been outchea being a slave, you know
Won't stop grinding til I hit the grave, you know
Nasty how much do you charge per show?
Do you really get paid and now they wanna know
They don't know what I've been thru (A lot)
Do they really got a clue? (They don't)
How many Friends you done lost? (A lot)
How of them said they were real? (A lot)
How many favors you did? (A lot)
How hearts you done broke? (A lot)
How many girls you done been with, you told 'em you love 'em, but you couldn't cope? (A lot)
How many favors you did? (A lot)
How hearts you done broke? (a lot)
How many girls you done been with, you told 'em you love 'em, but you couldn't cope? (A lot)

Summer'19 I'm coming for they necks
And I'm tired of always proving I'm the best
I'm aiming for heads, you only got a vest
Haven't begun, you already failing the test
I'm from Tembisa
My heart on pedestal
I need a visa, you better take cover, hoe
Let us go line for line
And see who's see who's really dope
'Cause I get more respect like I'm a pope
Young clean nigga with hella mud on him
I'm that nigga and I thank God I'm him
I'm in the city of gold and in digging it
Gave you Japan and I look like I came from it
Focused on numbers
Your career's dropping thou
They going up, is you making money dough?
I'm not judging, I'm just asking a question yo
I'm not judging, I'm just asking a question
I'm still Esco with the bars
And I been thru hell you can tell by the scars
From Dubane, but I'm reppin' the east
You can't go toe to toe with me, you on a leash
Feel like touchline when I'm ripping the beat
And you can't touch my lines if this ain't on repeat
On the touchline I'm like Ronaldo with the skill
Getting touched by my lines, now you feeling the heat
Over and over again
They can't believe how far a young nigga came
But I will never complain
Got the realist with me, invading the game
Dropping visuals in a minute
I'm an astronaut, wait for my landing
Trigger told you that we want it all day
And yes, it's Slick in the building
She hang with the gang tonight, that's right
Your shawty wanna spend the night
And I'm shining extra bright tonight, that's right
Shawty you looking at a star
Can't wait 'til the gang flood up they wrists
All of the pressure gonna make us glisten
Will be a year older when you bump to this
So what I mean is Happy Birthday to me

I've been outchea being a slave, you know
Won't stop grinding til I hit the grave, you know
Nasty how much do you charge per show?
Do you really get paid and now they wanna know
They don't know what I've been thru (A lot)
Do they really got a clue? (They don't)
How many Friends you done lost? (A lot)
How of them said they were real? (A lot)
How many favors you did? (A lot)
How hearts you done broke? (A lot)
How many girls you done been with, you told 'em you love 'em, but you couldn't cope? (A lot)
How many favors you did? (A lot)
How hearts you done broke? (A lot)
How many girls you done been with, you told 'em you love 'em, but you couldn't cope? (A lot)
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Writer: Thabo Molapo
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Yung Nasty XVI - A Lot Freestyle Video
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Performed By: Yung Nasty XVI
Length: 3:19
Written by: Thabo Molapo

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