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Mob Ties
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Metal
Mob Ties wurde am 14. Februar 2022 von Day X Day als Teil des Albums Mob Ties - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum14. Februar 2022
LabelDay X Day
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM171

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Day X Day
Day X Day
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Asheley Turner
Asheley Turner
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
D. Atkinson
D. Atkinson
Songwriter
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Songwriter
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Songwriter
Anthony S. Cruz
Anthony S. Cruz
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Inga Marchand
Inga Marchand
Songwriter
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Samuel Barnes
Samuel Barnes
Songwriter
Tavoris Hollins, Jr.
Tavoris Hollins, Jr.
Songwriter
Cory McKay
Cory McKay
Songwriter

Songtexte

Ayy, sick of these **** (Sick)
Sick of these **** (Sick, sick)
Hire some help (Help), get rid of these **** (Skrr)
Sick of this shit, move to the Ritz
Turned out the bitch (Ayy)
It is what it is, yeah
GLE, 'cause that Lambo movin' fast (Skrr)
S Class, G Class, lotta class (Sss, sss)
In a rocket and that bitch ain't got no tags (Skrr, skrr)
Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah
Sick of these **** (Sick)
Sick of these **** (Sick, sick)
Hire some help (Help), get rid of these **** (Grr)
Fuck what it was, it is what it is (What)
Whatever you did, it is what it is
And I'm so tired (tired)
I fuck with the mob and I got ties (Lotta ties, lotta ties)
Knock you off to pay their tithes (Do doo)
They want me gone but don't know why
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that
Ayy, sick of these ****
I'm sick of these ****
Hire some help, get rid of these ****
I'm not with the ra-ra
I am a Dada
My bitch in Chanel now
Your bitch in Escada (Sick, sick, sick, sick)
Yeah, and they shook
Please don't let them fool ya, I don't care how they look (Nah)
Heard all of the talkin', now it's quiet, now it's shush (Shh)
Twenty-nine is comin', they on edge when I cook (Cook)
Lead the league in scorin', man, but look at my assists (Shh)
Yes I be with Future but I like to reminisce (Yeah)
I do not forget a thing, I'm patient, it's a gift (yeah)
Try to tell 'em they ain't got to do it, they insist (they insist)
Yeah, I can tell
I just gave 'em two for forty million like Chappelle (Two)
Standin' over coffin with a hammer and a nail (Two)
Heard you hit up so and so, that name don't ring a bell, nah
Sick of these **** (Sick)
Hire some help, get rid of these ****
I'm sick of this shit (Sick, sick)
I'm runnin' a blitz (Ayy)
Whatever you did (Ayy), it is what it is
And I'm so tired (Tired)
I fuck with the mob and I got ties (Lotta ties, lotta ties)
Knock you off to pay their tithes (Do doo)
They want me gone but don't know why
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that
Written by: A. Cruz, A. Turner, Allen Ritter, Aubrey Drake Graham, C. McKay, D. Atkinson, I. Marchand, J.C. Olivier, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Niqua Jones, S. Barnes, T. Hollins Jr
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