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Spite
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Spite wurde am 18. Mai 2018 von Gold Blooded Records als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtShort Days & Long Nights 3
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Veröffentlichungsdatum18. Mai 2018
LabelGold Blooded Records
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM76

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kream Tech
Kream Tech
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Anthony Catino
Christopher Anthony Catino
Songwriter

Songtexte

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Yeah I know your type
You did it out of spite
This shit wasn't right
You did it out of spite, yeah
I was just fuckin' them hoes, I was gonna get right back
I was just fuckin' them hoes, I was gonna get right back
I was just fuckin' them hoes, I was gonna get right back
I was just fuckin' them hoes, I was gonna get right back
All about my business, sky high, fuck a ceiling
Did it out of spite, know you in your feelings
I just hit it twice, her friend was third wheeling
Tell me you gon' ride, if not, we ain't chillin'
Scaling all the buildings, I been on a mission
They be sippin' Karo, all my shit prescription
Money, power, wisdom, Mike Amiri denim
I be on some fly shit, these bitches need guidance
Mixy, mixy, mixy, lil bitches goddamn
All they're worried 'bout is taking pictures for the 'Gram
Why you even trippin'? Bitch, you know that I'm the man
Steady kickin' pimpin', it was all part of the plan
And I got all these diamonds on me
If you really want it, you gon' have to show me
And I got all these diamonds on me
If you really want it, you gon' have to show me
Yeah I know your type
You did it out of spite
This shit wasn't right
You did it out of spite, yeah
I was just fuckin' them hoes, I was gonna get right back
I was just fuckin' them hoes, I was gonna get right back
I was just fuckin' them hoes, I was gonna get right back
I was just fuckin' them hoes, I was gonna get right back
I know your type of bitch, how could I wife the bitch?
You always on the 'Gram, checkin' who like your pics
I went and iced the rings, I went and iced the wrist
BS all up on my sleeve, double D up on her tits
I might come through in a flannel, she wanna Gucci the sandals
Bitch I'm nothin' you can handle, pineapple lean in the Fanta
I fuck your bitch on the random, I got bitches out in Canada
I had to check for my stamina, my shawty blonde like Pamela
We just left Chanel, all the drugs for sale
Bitches under spells, ballin', you can't tell
**** wish me well, I pray for my enemy
Shawty off that Hennessy, me and you got history
And I got all these diamonds on me
If you really want it, you gon' have to show me
And I got all these diamonds on me
If you really want it, you gon' have to show me
Yeah I know your type
You did it out of spite
This shit wasn't right
You did it out of spite, yeah
I was just fuckin' them hoes, I was gonna get right back
I was just fuckin' them hoes, I was gonna get right back
I was just fuckin' them hoes, I was gonna get right back
I was just fuckin' them hoes, I was gonna get right back
Yeah I know your type
You did it out of spite
This shit wasn't right
You did it out of spite, yeah
Written by: Christopher Anthony Catino
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