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Wave Time

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Wave Time wurde am 26. Juli 2019 von Pitched Up als Teil des Albums Wave Time - Single veröffentlicht

Songdetails

AlbumWave Time - Single

Veröffentlichungsdatum26. Juli 2019

LabelPitched Up

LanguageEnglish

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM93

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Mastermind

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mastermind

Composer

Frederik Gamst Terkildsen

Frederik Gamst Terkildsen

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

NextLane Beats

Producer

Isaac Shoniran

Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

C-C-Coming from the next lane

Death 'round the corner

You don't know when it gon' creep up

I lose my ****

Since then I haven't sleep much

But if I hear you got that belly

You gon' eat up

I tell my lil' **** I ain't no preacher

But fuck these bitches

Get this money, don't please her

I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks

I free my ****

That all of the police took

I smoke a flavours

Blunt I got amnesia

My **** tellin' me to drop a mixtape

But I be on the strip tryna get a quick change

Man smoking on this cannabis

My bro he stay strapped like a Cali' spliff

I'm gettin' high in this, stonin'

You know my life or my story

**** why you lie you ain't on

RIP Gully yeah my bro he

I heard that I did up on my lonie

**** said they called me

Yeah they lied I don't need 'em

Had to crop you out the picture

'Cause you low fucked Daisy

Whole lotta smoke if he ever try to snake me

All I need is lag

I ain't tryna catch no cases

All this Hennessy got a **** goin' crazy

Broski got the hammer

Just in case they moving shady

Whole lotta smoke

I ain't talking 'bout no flavours

Death 'round the corner

You don't know when it gon' creep up

I lose my ****

Since then I haven't sleep much

But if I hear you got that belly

You gon' eat up

I tell my lil' **** I ain't no preacher

But fuck these bitches

Get this money, don't please her

I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks

I free my ****

That all of the police took

I smoke a flavours

Blunt I got amnesia

Like tell a **** take time

Now we can't be friends

Added E-F to the B now I beef them

I never had it so **** gettin' eaten

Heard you on my case

So it's tryna make me sea sick

Aye, flipped out the apartment out with another one

I don't know about you but I be on the block gettin' money

Rush home, raid me

Supply in the mainstream

Bale' wear, Gucci card

Just a bag of fake jeans

And if I hear you got that belly

Get your tummy tucked

Luger say she'll pepper beef

Better know how to cook

I ain't on this shootin' shit

Will line up B a Marksman

And you know we never missed a target

All I need is lag

I ain't tryna catch no cases

All this Hennessy got a **** goin' crazy

Broski got the hammer

Just in case they moving shady

Whole lotta smoke

And I ain't talking 'bout no flavours

Death 'round the corner

You don't know when it gon' creep up

I lose my ****

Since then I haven't sleep much

But if I hear you got that belly

You gon' eat up

I tell my lil' **** I ain't no preacher

But fuck these bitches

Get this money, don't please her

I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks

I free my ****

That all of the police took

I smoke a flavours

Blunt I got amnesia

Written by: Frederik Gamst Terkildsen, Mastermind

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