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NBA
960
Hip-Hop/Rap
NBA wurde am 18. Oktober 2019 von Honcho als Teil des Albums KINGPIN veröffentlicht
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AlbumKINGPIN
Veröffentlichungsdatum18. Oktober 2019
LabelHoncho
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM78

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Songtexte

Drop a 4 of lyrical lemonade
Left on them out at your crib, they running out like minute maid
Smoke exotic gas like it's from outside the USA
Track runners down hunnid, these ain't shit but throwaways
The bitch steady talking bout her bills, I told her go away
My homies moving weight, they only worried bout the DEA
And my neck be wetter than the bitch that tried to fuck today
My **** shoot they ass off, they could've joined the NBA
One call and they sliding, we throw more bullets than baddin
Bitches think that they conniving
They try something, they might die today
VV up my teeth, exotic hold my passenger seat
2-3 Car notes on my feet, I'm off that wop right now but wide awake
And my trunk fast like that horse that never lost a race
Don't get up out your lane, Roc a make that chopper barbeque
Run up in your shit, go through your shit, we like the TSA
Fuck a **** hating on me, it's free smoke, PSA
I pull up on forgies from the floor, they 24 away
**** try to catch up with the boy, I'm 20 floors away
Only 6 left in the 30, we gave 24 away
Walking down the Neiman's, we ain't do the Gucci store today
Drop a 4 of lyrical lemonade
Left on them out at your crib, they running out like minute maid
Smoke exotic gas like it's from outside the USA
Track runners down hunnid, these ain't shit but throwaways
The bitch steady talking bout her bills, I told her go away
My homies moving weight, they only worried bout the DEA
And my neck be wetter than the bitch that tried to fuck today
My **** shoot they ass off, they could've joined the NBA
I'm a product of the trenches, you
Stay there, that's your decision, aye
Love to handle business, get you gone with my permission, aye
We both was in school but I was in in-school suspension, aye
Always upping that cause I was ditching my detention days
Fuck her then her homie, it was unintended by the way
Roc came with a 50 cause he don't like limits when he spray
She don't come to the crib because it ain't her business where I lay
I can't trust these women, they'll tell a **** where you stay
I can make a call, **** pulling up like andale
I ain't tryna brawl, once you say it's up, it's bombs away
And I heard he hating, I ain't heard of him, that's kinda gay
Coo-coo pandemonium, I make today that kinda day
Drop a 4 of lyrical lemonade
Left on them out at your crib, they running out like minute maid
Smoke exotic gas like it's from outside the USA
Track runners down hunnid, these ain't shit but throwaways
The bitch steady talking bout her bills, I told her go away
My homies moving weight, they only worried bout the DEA
And my neck be wetter than the bitch that tried to fuck today
Written by: Camaron Washington
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