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GAMBIT(PULLING CARD)
Hip-Hop/Rap
GAMBIT(PULLING CARD) wurde am 10. Januar 2025 von CASH RULES als Teil des Albums BUMP TOUR veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum10. Januar 2025
LabelCASH RULES
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM124

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DenaroDiablo
DenaroDiablo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marv ai
Marv ai
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flawless
Flawless
Producer

Songtexte

My pop dirty it needs to be cleaned
Pulling my card, she swears that she gambit
Lomachenko, I’m checking these **** out in the game
I’m beating the odds like a parlay slip
She’s a fan of the gang parlay at the spot
We’re trying the log go switch out the sim
If he shoots, then he miss; that’s a beam on his head
Their pain in my eyes, I get mad; I can’t vent.
Their pain in my eyes, I get mad; I can’t see
I’m gonna catch up with bro just for shit that he did
Put the pistol on him, watch that 9mm burn him
**** be bitches, I ain’t fucking ****
My bitch getting mad, I keep pressing these ****
We’re riding with shots that a 100-round drum.
Get the play, then break it down
Take a quarter; you’re taking the half
I got a couple of **** looking for me
The hoe is really crazy trying to have my name
I’m hiding my face; I’m embarrassed of that bitch
She’s a real freaky bitch trying to have sex on the scene
Ugh, ugh.
Where would I be if I didn’t have any love and the pain?
I’m driving; I’m switching through lanes
I got bitches on their knees that be giving out brain
Trying to hop in my car, then I’m kicking her out
I know **** that are struggling trying to make it out
Put a M in a mili trying to see me a mill
Got to watch out for the hate they’ll be trying to take me out
If you don’t feed your bread, he might snake you out
She ain’t picking her phone, so I’m losing my mind
I got Bitches on Bitches I really got options
I got money on money, I’m still missing that hoe
Let’s go
I’m gonna hop in that mode
Take her for a show
Let’s go
Put white on her toes. I take lean and start moving real slow
I hate myself a slow bitch. I hate myself a dumb bitch
I put a Round round round in my Glick, trying
To find that boy that be dissing
(Hook)
My pop dirty it needs to be cleaned
Pulling my card, she swears that she gambit
Lomachenko, I’m checking these **** out in the game
I’m beating the odds like a parlay slip
She’s a fan of the gang parlay at the spot
We’re trying the log go switch out the sim
If he shoots, then he miss; that’s a beam on his head
Their pain in my eyes, I get mad; I can’t vent.
Their pain in my eyes, I get mad; I can’t see
I’m gonna catch up with bro just for shit that he did
Put the pistol on him, watch that 9mm burn him
**** be bitches, I ain’t fucking ****
My bitch getting mad, I keep pressing these ****
We’re riding with shots that a 100-round drum.
Get the play, then break it down
Take a quarter; you’re taking the half
I got a couple of **** looking for me
Written by:Marvellous Aina
Written by: Marv ai
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