Soft – Nasty C & Usimamane: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

Nasty C & Usimamane

Soft

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór Soft został wydany 12 września 2025 przez Tall Racks jako część albumu Free

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Soft był najczęściej odkrywanym utworem w czasie około 40 sekundy do w ciągu ostatniego tygodnia

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PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Nasty C

Keyboards

Usimamane

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Nsikayesizwe David Jr Ngcobo

Nsikayesizwe David Jr Ngcobo

Lyrics

Usimamane

Songwriter

Omuhleumnguni Simamane

Omuhleumnguni Simamane

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Nasty C

Producer

Tekst Utworu

[Chorus]

Working hard just to live soft, soft

Picture I could be like Rick Ross, boss

Ice, ice, need a defrost, frost

Shining so hard and my bitch too hard

But her, her bundaa soft, soft

I should make it wet like Voss, Voss

And my V12 exhaust cough, vroom, vroom

Sleeping with a blicky and cross, boom, boom, boom

[Verse 1]

M and M's in my account

Ain't nothing shady, the sun is out

They gotta pay me, it's not a maybe

They will obey me, I'm not a muthafuckin' clown

I'm the GOAT

I'm the one that respresent my hometown

My diamonds pink, my 45 brown

Dream chaser, I ain't slowing down now

****, I need a jet with a big-ass lounge

[Chorus]

So I'm working hard just to live soft, soft

Picture I could be like Rick Ross, boss

Ice, ice, need a defrost, frost

Shining so hard and my bitch too hard

But her, her bundaa soft, soft

I should make it wet like Voss, Voss

And my V12 exhaust cough, vroom, vroom

Sleeping with a blicky and cross, boom, boom, boom

[Verse 2]

Hopped out a Auto V Sports

Chain dancing up and down shayi'vosho

Whip looking like a frog, but it's a horse

'Bout to shit on my opps, on my momma, as a boss

She used to be broke, didn't have no doe

Ain't had no money to record

Days gone, I would tell my momma we ain't poor

Counting up racks seems high like Ponte when it closed

For all them years when I was sleeping on the floor, didn't even call

[Chorus]

Working hard just to live soft, soft

Picture I could be like Rick Ross, boss

Ice, ice, need a defrost, frost

Shining so hard and my bitch too hard

But her, her bundaa soft, soft

I should make it wet like Voss, Voss

And my V12 exhaust cough, vroom, vroom

Sleeping with a blicky and cross, boom, boom, boom

Written by: Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo, Omuhleumnguni Simamane

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