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You Don't Exist

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Hip-Hop/Rap

You Don't Exist wurde am 7. August 2020 von Jay Rebel Music als Teil des Albums You Don't Exist - Single veröffentlicht

Songdetails

AlbumYou Don't Exist - Single

Veröffentlichungsdatum7. August 2020

LabelJay Rebel Music

SpracheEnglish

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM90

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Cyraq

Performer

Cyrus Cezar

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Cyrus Cezar

Songwriter

Dion Pajaziti

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Cyrus Cezar

Producer

Beatsbyneco

Producer

Songtexte

Like my first love I just had to let you know

Like my first love I just had to let you know

You like my first love I just had to let you know

I just had to let you know

You like my first love I just had to let you know

I gotta act like you don't exist, yeah

You see my hand in my jacket with my glick, yeah

We was broke we was tryna hit a lick, yeah

Like a trained dog .40 make a **** sit, yeah

Boy don't walk up on me, you don't know me

Boy I told you that these opp **** police

I shoot back you might die tryna smoke me

I'm really out here I just need you to hold me

I walk in and see opps I'ma shoot the party up

Like a dead opp, backwood I'ma spark it up

EBK we go hard and you not hard to us

All my brothers quick to shoot, ****, better guard us

Empty the clip soon as you pull up, yeah

We poppin' **** gotta keep a tool tuck

Tryna keep up with the gang you gon' lose us

**** hatin', sticky bomb cause I blew up

Pull up crash and we blast at yo face, yeah

Desert Eagle lemme find out you a snake, yeah

**** play we gon' find him in the lake, yeah

I might catch a body then beat a case, yeah

I gotta act like you don't exist, yeah

You see my hand in my jacket with my glick, yeah

We was broke we was tryna hit a lick, yeah

Like a trained dog .40 make a **** sit, yeah

Boy don't walk up on me, you don't know me

Boy I told you that these opp **** police

I shoot back you might die tryna smoke me

I'm really out here I just need you to hold me

You like my first love I just had to let you know

Hide the 12 on me, I just had to let you go

I'm too paranoid I just had to let it blow

I know you mad cause I got some cash and you broke, yeah

I got a glizzy and some gas, who want smoke?

How the fuck this **** die? 'Cause he broke

Dead prostitution **** die in this hoe

Like fifty shots in this .9 in this hoe

I just wanted you to understand

You can't be out here being friendly with another man

You wanna be my girlfriend, you can't have brothers then

That's my bitch and I'ma killer so don't talk to them

We spinnin' back to back a **** sent some shots at us

We be stalkin' if it's smoke then we poppin' up

I'm Cyraq from the pogue boy I got a bus

**** we got beef and we not tryna chop it up

I gotta act like you don't exist, yeah

You see my hand in my jacket with my glick, yeah

We was broke we was tryna hit a lick, yeah

Like a trained dog .40 make a **** sit, yeah

Boy don't walk up on me, you don't know me

Boy I told you that these opp **** police

I shoot back you might die tryna smoke me

I'm really out here I just need you to hold me

Written by: Cyrus Cezar, Dion Pajaziti

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