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chill
9 774
Hip-Hop/Rap
Skladba chill vyšla 21. března 2025 3722095 Records DK na albu Cra$hed 0ut
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Datum vydání21. března 2025
Štítek3722095 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM109

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crash0ut
Crash0ut
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Crash0ut
Crash0ut
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
essentiallyrich_
essentiallyrich_
Producer

Texty

I'm upping all the pros I ain't een finna trip
Why you flexing all that pape? you ain't een see yo kid
Bitch thinking she the one, so I took her to the strip
If you ain't doing shit for me, I think we need to put a lid on it
You want that bitch too? I ah put a bid on her
She tryna fuck, I ah send that bitch some Lyft money
I said yo Lyft money, bitch, not yo rent money
Everyday it's something different, think these **** gotta chill on me
I told the feds to chill, I only got a tail on me
I wouldn't do a drill with him, cause he might tell on you
These **** acting like yo mans until they bail on you
I'm never switching on my brothers, imma ride for em
The whole gang came trim, my draws cost a hunnid
I'm finna crash, about the pape, he crashing bout a woman
I never gave a fuck, the bitch still gave me some
You spent yo last on that bitch, she still ain't give you none
These good girls cool too, I want the eater one
Lil **** tried to run, still hit him with that gun
I'm the hardest with this shit, I still do this shit for fun
Fuck a fun over funds, where the fuck is your funds?
I'm strapped up, I'm still tryna run the ones
Get packed up, keep on tryna run your fucking tongue
I ain't playing bout my pape, I ah crash bout a slug
I don't know if it's lust, but it sure ain't love
Told my brother got the blicky, I'm about to fuck it up
I see them **** talking crazy shit, them **** better duck
**** getting to the pape, now yo hoe be tryna fuck
All these hoes just play crazy shit, she probably been a tuck
You ain't even know she going, lil' bitch just want a nut
I ain't even tryna cuff, lil' bitch, I'm tryna fuck
Me and my **** in the trap, told my **** roll it up
We the trimmest round' the city, shit my **** going up
Shit, these **** talking crazy, finna pack lil brodie up
I ain't even tryna talk, lil' bitch, just give it up
I'm bout to call my bitchy over need to come to eat me up
These little **** be the hoes, and the hoes just be the tucks
Why you mad about the hoes, you say you never give a fuck These **** do it for the hoes type to never get no butt
Blicky with the green tip, cuz I'm the type to switch it up
Catch me ridin' down that city
Alright
Catch me ridin' down that city, shit, I'm about to run it up
Finna pass this bitch to brotha, he like Dame up in the clutch
Tell the hoe go throw it back, shit, she throw a lil' sum
Cra$hzerout going to the top, I ain't finna chill for none
I ain't finna chill for none
Lil' bitch
I ain't finna chill for none
Written by: Crashout Guys
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