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PLUTO
30
Hip-Hop/Rap
PLUTO wurde am 13. November 2020 von +1 Records als Teil des Albums Feed Me To The Dogs veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum13. November 2020
Label+1 Records
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM80

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ACOT
ACOT
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ACOT
ACOT
Songwriter
Jackson Bond Laurie
Jackson Bond Laurie
Composer
David Jonathan Casillas
David Jonathan Casillas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ACOT
ACOT
Producer

Songtexte

I don't deal dope, I do dope, shit, who know?
Pack a bowl of weed with my bowl of hot menudo
One pachuco, so loco, thought you knew, though
Han Solo rocked up in Polo, I need new hope
I don't deal dope, I do dope, off to Pluto
I ain't die yet, it's cool though, gimme kudos
Make a bunch of dough and buy a house in Acapulco
Benzo in my blunt, that's the reason that I move slow
Heard he got a problem, we could pick a bone, put him on the phone
Send his ass home in his fucking socks, walk him off the block
Thank you, come again, next time bring a friend, leave him on the fence
Won't see him again, now he know you ain't nothing but a hoe
Heard he got a problem, we could pick a bone, put him on the phone
Send his ass home in his fucking socks, walk him off the block
Thank you, come again, next time bring a friend, leave him on the fence
Won't see him again, now he know you ain't nothing but a hoe
I'ma—I'ma—I'ma mothafucking asshole
Why you think her brother wanna beat my ass for?
If I'm low on the cash flow
I'm fucking kicking in yo' back door, I get what I ask for
I'ma—I'ma—I'ma mothafucking asshole
Why you think her brother wanna beat my ass for?
If I'm low on the cash flow
I'm fucking kicking in yo' back door, I get what I ask for
Heard he got a problem, we could pick a bone, put him on the phone
Send his ass home in his fucking socks, walk him off the block
Thank you, come again, next time bring a friend, leave him on the fence
Won't see him again, now he know you ain't nothing but a hoe
Heard he got a problem, we could pick a bone, put him on the phone
Send his ass home in his fucking socks, walk him off the block
Thank you, come again, next time bring a friend, leave him on the fence
Won't see him again, now he know you ain't nothing but a hoe
I don't deal dope, I do dope, off to Pluto
I ain't die yet, it's cool though, gimme kudos
Make a bunch of dough and buy a house in Acapulco
Benzo in my blunt, that's the reason that I move slow
I ain't die yet, it's cool though, gimme kudos
Written by: ACOT, David Jonathan Casillas, Jackson Bond Laurie
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