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Overpriced Steak

Nasty C


Nasty C Zulu Man With Some Power

NASTY C OVERPRICED STEAK DETAILS

Nasty C Overpriced Steak Lyrics. Overpriced Steak Song Sung By African Rapper And Songwriter Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo Or Nasty C On Zulu Man With Some Power Album. Nasty C Overpriced Steak Is African Rap Genre Song. Nasty C Overpriced Steak English Lyrics.

NASTY C OVERPRICED STEAK INFO

Song : Overpriced Steak
Album : Zulu Man With Some Power
Artist : Nasty C
Genre : Pop
Language : English
Release Date : 2020-08-28


NASTY C OVERPRICED STEAK LYRICS

Lately my attire been fire, I'm in my case
In and out of meetings, my dancing shoes on a break
Talking stakes over overpriced steak
I'm well off, I should be used to it but I ain't
I'm still eating out the hands that I marry to say the grace
Sitting across the engines of LA
Ticking off the stereotypes they sing about and say
And turn them into fanatics by time they collect the plates

Most of 'em say what they wish to say
Some of them don't wanna get offensive so they let the question ricochet
I spit the answers anyway
I talk like this 'cause I listen to Weezy everyday
Might walk like Tip 'cause that's who I, I rep today
Might drip like King Slime, I mean, King Slime
'Cause I got me a check today
Money in my pants, I got credit on demand
And I mean that in every shape, form, Sega game or bank

Way that I be switching whips
You'd think I know how to bake
Way that I take all this love
You think I don't know it's fake
I know what my haters look like
'Cause I seen a cobra's face
Won't ever use my skin as an excuse 'cause I know Oprah face
Won't ever use my skin as an excuse 'cause I seen Hova face
Won't ever let nothin' that's got a skin to take Jehovah's place
Pushing through the pain for my soldier's sake
Push the button now if you don't know your place

Lately my attire been fire, I'm in my case
In and out of meetings, my dancing shoes on a break
Talking stakes over overpriced steak
I'm well off, I should be used to it but I ain't
I'm still eating out the hands that I marry to say the grace
Sitting across the engines of LA
Ticking off the stereotypes they sing about and say
And turn them into fanatics by time they collect the plates


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