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fleabag
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Hip-Hop/Rap
fleabag wurde am 12. September 2024 von 3718999 Records DK als Teil des Albums fleabag - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum12. September 2024
Label3718999 Records DK
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM136

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GuapoNacho
GuapoNacho
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Boulevard Mitch
Boulevard Mitch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terry Hines
Terry Hines
Producer

Songtexte

Oh fine ass bitch want a future with me
Confused ass hoe want a future with me
Having Pluto in the cup like future with me
Might pop on his block with them shooters with me
My shooter in the cut going stupid with me
My joint gone smoke like a blown motor
I be running to the check like a ford motor
In the gas station might rob me a store owner
Kicked that fuck **** out like a foreclosure
I burned my ticket that's a burned notice
Might go on a blitz with bout 8 soldiers
I might hit em from a range in a range rover
Aye jit don't even come round here for real
Cause I don't even fuck with you, I don't fuck with you
Your partner died, he relied on luck
I'm a womanizer, bitch, I just want to fuck
He ain't got no strap, better knuckle up bruh
I got 2 twin Glocks ima double up on em
Spent cheese for my weed, smoking stuffed crust blunts
Come cross the train tracks, that's where it's gone get real at
I'm mad as fuck, I'm trying to figure out where the mothafuckin’ seal at
Her ass so fat, I might feel that
He be having them P's, I might steal that
I might spot me a pussy and kill that
My chop shoot good for the feedback
I got a bookstore blunt I won't read that
Come visit my trap if you need that
Come visit my spot if you need that
I'm having reefer I be chiefing gas
My SRT mad tryna spin back
It was guns in the pile now I'm tryna pick straps
She be speaking in tongues, now she trying to lick that
And that hoe ain't got no smarts, I'm tryna trick that
I want lean, better take the liq back
Gold pack magnums, I'm tryna fit that
I need p's for the month man I'm tryna rent that
He got hit in his mouth cause he tried to chit-chat
This gas pack stank man it need a tic tac
They can’t see inside cause the tints be black
My strap match me cause the blick be black
Yo dad went for milk and he never came back
Came round once, but we tryna spin back
You ain't smoking those za man you smoke the same pack
We took his p's, we ain't giving strains back
Might shoot at yo house man I might arrange that
Big ahh hollows, it's bringing the pain back
I'm blowing on clouds, I might bring the rain back
You gotta cheap high point, you got the same strap
I'm in a kennel, I can't tame straps
I'm in the kennel, got dogs on the cash
I'm in the kennel, dog food on the mattress
Written by: Boulevard Mitch
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