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292 Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Nannos
Language: English
Length: 1:41
Written by: Michael Fashola, Sonnan Naeem
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Nannos - 292 Freestyle Lyrics
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Fizzy in my cup, I'm a Muslimani renegade
On the come up, puttin' work since the seventh grade
Yeah we show 'nuff, on the rise like a wedding cake
Then we pour up, cause you know we gotta celebrate
If you comin' at me wrong we gotta set it straight
They got me goin' long I'm always fetchin' shade
What's been goin' on, been tryna get paid
They been pressin me, instead of pressing play
What you said about me you need to redirect
Saying things like they're facts but are incorrect
I'm upset, I thought you had more self-respect
No disrespect, but f*ck you and your whole set
(Your whole set wack bro)
Always been honest about dishonesty
Been balancing my thoughts with animosities
If it makes sense, then you can count on me
But don't treat it like a novelty
A killer since the new me killed the old me
Tryna live in luxury but never got too comfy
All I got is me, and know that I'm a trophy
Solidified in this, they can never mold me
We been tryna shine, but they don't wanna see it
A young brown boy just tryna be the meanest
No English is my team, and nah we never speak it
Unless we on a track, just tryna make you hear it
Record it upload it, we do it on the daily
Suppose that we don't then, we counting up the gravy
I'm hotter than all them, somebody get the AC
You say you do dope shit, but I haven't seen it lately
You crazy, You really crazy with it
That's what these brown girls say when they let me near it
Just a young brown boy with the tailor fitted
Pakistan Zindabad what we representin'
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English

Fizzy in my cup, I'm a Muslimani renegade
On the come up, puttin' work since the seventh grade
Yeah we show 'nuff, on the rise like a wedding cake
Then we pour up, cause you know we gotta celebrate
If you comin' at me wrong we gotta set it straight
They got me goin' long I'm always fetchin' shade
What's been goin' on, been tryna get paid
They been pressin me, instead of pressing play
What you said about me you need to redirect
Saying things like they're facts but are incorrect
I'm upset, I thought you had more self-respect
No disrespect, but f*ck you and your whole set
(Your whole set wack bro)
Always been honest about dishonesty
Been balancing my thoughts with animosities
If it makes sense, then you can count on me
But don't treat it like a novelty
A killer since the new me killed the old me
Tryna live in luxury but never got too comfy
All I got is me, and know that I'm a trophy
Solidified in this, they can never mold me
We been tryna shine, but they don't wanna see it
A young brown boy just tryna be the meanest
No English is my team, and nah we never speak it
Unless we on a track, just tryna make you hear it
Record it upload it, we do it on the daily
Suppose that we don't then, we counting up the gravy
I'm hotter than all them, somebody get the AC
You say you do dope shit, but I haven't seen it lately
You crazy, You really crazy with it
That's what these brown girls say when they let me near it
Just a young brown boy with the tailor fitted
Pakistan Zindabad what we representin'
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Writer: Michael Fashola, Sonnan Naeem
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