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Skoompin'
78.763
Hip-Hop/Rap
Skoompin' wurde am 18. Mai 2018 von ShooterGang Kony als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtMarch Madness
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Veröffentlichungsdatum18. Mai 2018
LabelShooterGang Kony
LanguageEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM103

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ShooterGang Kony
ShooterGang Kony
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris O'Bannon
Chris O'Bannon
Producer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
Why the fuck you got so much to ask?
So much to say? Bitch this ain't class
Fuck out my way, no we won't last
Always got a problem making good go bad
[Verse 2]
Bitch I ain't finna play with you
No, I ain't finna stay with you
If the world end, I won't spend the last day with you
We was friends, fucked around for a day or two
And we fucked, I ain't planned on dating you
But, I did; I kinda regret it
It's funny knowing good things fall like Tetris
You tryna test it? I don't even count you as an ex
Dry your eyes so you can find your exit
I cussed you out twice, didn't send my message
Almost pressed send, but I keep on stressing
I would probably call you, if you learned your lesson
When it all boil down, leave yo' dumb ass guessing
[Verse 3]
Why the fuck you got so much to ask?
So much to say? Bitch this ain't class
Fuck out my way, no we won't last
Always got a problem making good go bad
[Verse 4]
If you would just listen, play your position
You would know that everybody ice don't glisten
I would love, but my heart went missing
Late nights, tryna rip your extensions
[Verse 5]
'Member back then, it was joy
I was still a rude boy, but the money ain't came with it
You was my yiki, I stay with it
When I lost hope, you was tryna be bae with it; Bitch that's out
Then, you tryna say we ain't fuck, bitch that count
So, why you blowing up your momma and your grandma house?
And I ain't never in my damn life faked you out
If I did, I would break out
Know your hoe ass probably getting banged out by hella ****
Your pussy got space now
You's a dumb ass hoe, you was fucking with the other side too and shorty wanna bust dates now?
It's too late, bitch you bust like a tre pound; pussy lips show
And every **** in the hood cut—steakhouse
Wan' kiss? Why the fuck you tryna make out?
Fuck love, shit I'll rather find a safe route
[Verse 6]
Why the fuck you got so much to ask?
So much to say? Bitch this ain't class
Fuck out my way, no we won't last
Always got a problem making good go bad
[Verse 7]
If you would just listen, play your position
You would know that everybody ice don't glisten
I would love, but my heart went missing
Late nights, tryna rip your extensions
[Verse 8]
Why the fuck you got so much to ask?
So much to say? Bitch this ain't class
Fuck out my way, no we won't last
Always got a problem making good go bad
Written by: ShooterGang Kony
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