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Drill Time
27
Hip-Hop/Rap
Drill Time wurde am 27. August 2021 von BOG ENTERTAINMENT als Teil des Albums Bleed No More - EP veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum27. August 2021
LabelBOG ENTERTAINMENT
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM146

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordy Badwa
Jordy Badwa
Songwriter

Songtexte

Look
I wrote dis shit when I was in the cold no food in my stomach **** I was broke
Get It for high sell that bitch for low
First wop was a HI spinning on they Lo
If they ride through this block then I'm clapping a lot
They ain't outside they just cappin' a lot
And these **** don't live what they rappin' about
The money real good get to passing it out
But **** come pop out
And we whipping da chop out
Prolly sit in the dog pound
This rap shit on lock down
Bitches tell me I'm hot now
Yeah dey tell me I'm
It's BIG DOTTY DOTTY a master piece
In yah crib turning locks like a master key
Feel da heat like the police been after me
You get hit with da chop it's a tragedy
If I make a Mil. in the bando
I'll get pull round dis bitch like Soprano
And no you can't spin through my ends no
Where ever da man go big dirty ting and I buss it like Rambo
Then you fuckin up ****
Nine times outta ten n' I'm bussing a trigger
Say thats your man then I'm dunnin' him witcha
Press heat on yo chest like I'm rubbing a sticker
If I got no V den I'll run to get witcha
Huh, Ima drop me a ****
If I see them kids ima get out the hotty
I walk in the spot and their bitch on my body
I come from up top so I got it on me
You start talking hot ima fuck up a party
If I make it double then I cannot stop
Mi deh pon a drill bredda gimmie a mask
A fourty ah lick mek him yell out fi Jah
Mi buss di bwoy head big rifle a clat
But **** come pop out
And we whipping da chop out
Prolly sit in the dog pound
This rap shit on lock down
Bitches tell me I'm hot now
Yeah dey tell me I'm
I'm still in the field trynna make me a meal
I told you don't push me I'll kill you for real
Ain't cuffing no hoe I just want me a feel
Ima need it in blood if you writing a deal
Put it in sport let that bitch squeal
Spin like a baby on that big wheel
Word to old lady hope you got a will
I'm turning up give a fuck how they feel
I'm throwing bullets you deep in the field
Uh man you deep in da
In love with the drac but the thirty eight special
**** is hoe but the money official
Nina she got me and blow like a whistle
The big M 1 6 bullets look like a missile
Ain't lacking these bullets will R.I.P. Him
Fat Kids bitch I live in the kitchen
Let it go and it flash like a picture
On they back trynna clap me a ****
And they flashing them chips but ain't buy none
They ain't got no grips tell me who they slide on
It gets cold on the strip so I got my fire on
N he said he was gang what the fuck he lie for
Written by: Jordy Badwa
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