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Comma$
9.303
Hip-Hop/Rap
Comma$ wurde am 9. Oktober 2019 von GLENN HAVEN als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtLord$Ofdogtown
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Veröffentlichungsdatum9. Oktober 2019
LabelGLENN HAVEN
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM100

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Diego "Petti" Meza
Diego "Petti" Meza
Songwriter
Gerardo "Andre Santi" Santillian
Gerardo "Andre Santi" Santillian
Songwriter
Isaiah "lighttpink" Romero
Isaiah "lighttpink" Romero
Songwriter

Songtexte

Yeah, sorry for the ruckus, but no group gonna top us
Step out for some air ‘cause we droppin’ like corpses
Better put me on, ruthless
Dr. Dre shittin’ bricks, make him stutter ‘cause I’m lucid
I’m the horsemen, they call me the rawest
I’ll put you in a mothafuckin’ coffin
My talkin’ stuck in yo noggin’ like a mothafuckin’ cough
Then, profit, take em all out like I’m Robin
(Yeah) Off with your head, bruh
Don’t talk, poppin’ off like the meds, bruh
Limp walk
Can’t stop, on the run from the cops, bruh
On a chase, do me dirty for some commas
Dirty for some commas
Stop this, stop this, baby just stop this
Everybody know I’m a mothafuckin’ monster
Came from the sand, now my wrist like a faucet
Needed a way out, so we found our only option
Baby don’t pause this, only needa watch it
Foot in the door with nada to fuckin’ start with (yuh)
Bitch I’m on gold, bitch I’m on star
Motorola phone with my busted ass car
(Yeah) Off with your head, bruh
Don’t talk, poppin’ off like the meds, bruh
Limp walk
Can’t stop, on the run from the cops, bruh
On a chase do me dirty for some commas
Dirty for some commas
(Yeah) Off with your head, bruh
Don’t talk, poppin’ off like the meds, bruh
Limp walk
Can’t stop, on the run from the cops, bruh
On a chase do me dirty for some commas
Dirty for some commas
What does it mean to me, baby?
Need to leave lately
The desert it too cagey
Hunger been on the daily
Picked up the pen, like how can you blame
Saint Santi, bitch that’s the new name
Sand in these veins, a dream to fly planes
I need to regain the means to be sane (uh, uh)
I’m crazy but shit that’s fine
Brothers in arms, they here to remind
I’m reconfigured, raps is bigger
Finger trigger, cash for dinner
Need that money, sky too sunny
Bumpin’ buddy, dollars bloody (uh, uh)
With a black lens, I ain’t ever lackin’
Pull up with the back in, just to get some backends
Finna heat the iron like a mothafuckin’ blacksmith
Tell her I ain’t lyin’ why you tryna catch me lackin’?
Tell her I despise the way she mothafuckin’ actin’
I don’t give a damn, spend a check on calamari
And my salmon fuckin’ blackened (Nah)
New place, new states
Finna have a new Benz and big plates
Maybe like a new bitch, like every other fuckin’ day
I hope to take my momma out the hood and put her in a Wraith
(in a Wraith, in a Wraith)
(Yeah) Off with your head, bruh
Don’t talk, poppin’ off like the meds, bruh
Limp walk
Can’t stop, on the run from the cops, bruh
On a chase do me dirty for some commas
Dirty for some commas
Written by: Diego "Petti" Meza, Gerardo "Andre Santi" Santillian, Isaiah "lighttpink" Romero
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