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Dark Clouds
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Skladba Dark Clouds vyšla 1. září 2025 For The Win Music na albu Active Roster - Pre-Game Flex
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Datum vydání1. září 2025
ŠtítekFor The Win Music
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM71

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Veneno V12
Veneno V12
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edwin Almonte
Edwin Almonte
Composer
Sergio M. Cabral
Sergio M. Cabral
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SPKILLA
SPKILLA
Producer

Texty

Dark clouds, dark clouds, dark clouds
Married to the game, I done said my vows
Prophet on a plane, smokin' lotta loud
Every time you open your eyes, it's right now
Dark clouds, dark clouds, dark clouds
I'ma make it rain, hear that thunder sound
Haters and them fakers, they are not allowed
Runnin' through this money 'bout a thousand miles
Give me life, dame luz, simple flow, Dr. Seuss
Show you what that doctor do, they copy one, I'm coppin' two
No copy 'bout them money moves, we keep it winnin'
Yo, mami do the cha-cha while I be cha-cha-cha-ching
And I be on my A game, no playin' B
And we the diamonds, Caribbean, 'nother one look Polynesian
I keep two for every season, summertime
It's hot, 'bout to drop the top, them the cats that owe me bread
I'm about to spin the block, alone I'm in, I need all my bread
'Fore I lose my head, don't want the smoke, call the fireman
I'ma die a king with the crown, safe and sound
Runnin' through your town, when that rain pour down
Thunder sound, man, you gon' see them
Dark clouds, dark clouds, dark clouds
Married to the game, I done said my vows
Prophet on the plane, smokin' lotta loud
Every time you open your eyes, it's right now
Dark clouds, dark clouds, dark clouds
I'ma make it rain, hear that thunder sound
Haters and the fakers, they are not allowed
Runnin' through this money, 'bout a thousand miles
You can see us from afar, we shinin' bright, baby
Money like Ferraris, fast cash, I'm that type, baby
Twenty-four seven every day, every night, baby
They want Becky, they want Katy, and you know we got that white lady
Woo, give me a room, we some big steppers
Steppin' on they neck, eat your food, it's that big breakfast
Man, I'm talkin' big blessings, gotta praise the Lord
Watch your words, the tongue's a double-edged sword
And they call me Samurai Rod, I won't tell a lie why
She jumped in the whip, I got your chick thinkin' it's sci-fi
Take her to the high rise, to that penthouse
Runnin' through your town, when that rain pour down
Man, you gon' see them
Dark clouds, dark clouds, dark clouds
Married to the game, I done said my vows
Prophet on the plane, smokin' lotta loud
Every time you open your eyes, it's right now
Dark clouds, dark clouds, dark clouds
I'ma make it rain, hear that thunder sound
Haters and the fakers, they are not allowed
Runnin' through this money 'bout a thousand miles
Written by: Edwin Almonte, Sergio M. Cabral
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