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Aarh Yeah
16
Hip-Hop/Rap
Aarh Yeah wurde am 26. April 2019 von Grimey Limey als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtAarh Yeah - Single
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Veröffentlichungsdatum26. April 2019
LabelGrimey Limey
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM98

Credits

Songtexte

Dopeboys (Dopeboys)
Man like real zinga
I was down 'til I got my money up
Yeah, I had to trap
Oh, yeah (Trap star)
Runnin' wild through the streets
Sorry officer, it weren't me
Oh, yeah (Oh, yeah)
Had to hustle, oh yeah (Had to hustle)
Came up from nothin', oh yeah (Crazy, crazy, crazy)
Had to hustle, oh yeah
Came up from nothin', oh yeah
(Flex, flex, flex, flex)
Had to hustle like a mofo
How you think I got the Patty face with rose gold? (Patek)
Cold swimmin' in the water, playin' polo
Wouldn't give Amber Rose my last Rolo
When the hate don't work, they start tellin' lies
I'm like Greggs with her
I've been sellin' pies
Little **** tryna play me like Fornite
Hit us if the price right, Bruce Forsyth
Strap, had to dump her like my ex
Oh yeah babes, I got it out the Pyrex
(And the brown one)
These new **** beefin' on the internet
Then they wonder who called the feds (Fools)
I came up in beef, bare arms out (Loads of it)
And man are IKEA, bare drawer out
Get a lie detecter, I'm the truth
Have your mum and thems pickin' out a suit
Yeah, that way
I was down 'til I got my money up
Yeah, I had to trap
Oh, yeah (Trap star)
Runnin' wild through the streets
Sorry officer, it weren't me
Oh, yeah (Oh, yeah)
Had to hustle, oh yeah (Had to hustle)
Came up from nothin', oh yeah (Crazy, crazy, crazy)
Had to hustle, oh yeah
Came up from nothin', oh yeah
(The flex, the flex)
Pick him up, don't ever let my plug walk
Couldn't make this up even with some contour (Couldn't)
French, Jean from Paris sayin' bonjour (Merci)
Never knew I went jail and had to mop floors
I weren't happy
I got trappy
Started sellin' drugs on the back street (Flyin' 'em)
Was all fun and jokes 'til they grabbed me
Ended up on the wing grabbin' canteen
Oh neat, that kid's wavy
Might beat 'em, then I'm out like air free
Worked in a cloakroom, you couldn't change me (Couldn't)
Life's like a book, you can't page me
A purse on a shopper can't style me (I'm steezy)
I still keep a burner in my tight jeans
These **** preein' on my Insta'
Hatin' 'til I go and fuck your sister then diss her
I was down 'til I got my money up
Yeah, I had to trap
Oh, yeah (Trap star)
Runnin' wild through the streets
Sorry officer, it weren't me
Oh, yeah (Oh, yeah)
Had to hustle, oh yeah (Had to hustle)
Came up from nothin', oh yeah (Crazy, crazy)
Had to hustle, oh yeah
Came up from nothin', oh yeah
(The flex, flex, flex)
I was down 'til I got my money up
Yeah, I had to trap
Oh, yeah
Runnin' wild through the streets
Sorry officer, it weren't me
Oh, yeah (Oh, yeah)
Had to hustle, oh yeah (Hustle, oh yeah)
Came up from nothin', oh yeah
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Had to hustle, oh yeah
Came up from nothin', oh yeah
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