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Ninja
155
Hip-Hop
Ninja wurde am 10. April 2026 von Compound Management LLC als Teil des Albums Compound veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum10. April 2026
LabelCompound Management LLC
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM99

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Compound
Compound
Rap
Dave East
Dave East
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Dobson
Travis Dobson
Songwriter
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Pacal Bayley
Pacal Bayley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Compound
Compound
Producer
DJ Pain1
DJ Pain1
Producer

Songtexte

You should've took a chance when you had a chance to f*ck with me
I ain't got no time for these hoes and this f*ckery
Tryna knock me off my square 'cause she wanna suck on me
Ya put it in your mouth, so I don't want you kissing me
But all she really want is a bag of some Tiffany
Had to get ghost 'cause I had another epiphany
All this ice on me, and it's getting kinda slippery
Let 'em go, send 'em at you blowing like a symphony
So I can make you disappear, and now your life is history
You wanna get close to me, you gotta have initial fee
Gotta keep 'em guessing, blues clues, like a mystery
I'm on some different shit and your b*tch says she's sick of me
Swiping all these hoes to the left like it's Tinder
Moving through the trenches, I'm quiet like a ninja
Do my dirt by myself, I'm kinda like Shinobi
Trained assassin, shoot your lights out, Ginobili
Why you so nosy? You really don't know me
You be clout chasing, I'm tryna stay low-key
Hey, shh, I'm tryna stay low-key
Shh, shh, tryna stay low-key (Ya know me)
When you make it happen, you don't killed that
Public housing first mission was to touch a touch a thousand
Then a million, after that, you try to own the building (uh)
Mama started acting different 'cause she know we dealing (sorry)
I was supposed to be in school trying to read and write (uh)
Until we found out the key of white is the key to life (life)
Arm & Hammer, baking, soda I just needed ice
We ain't gotta keep in touch, I just need it nice
I got some sales across town, I just need a bike (uh)
Real chicken with the beans, I just need some rice
Harlem world, keep me some money, tryna get all the girls
Turn up on your haters, I bet they all a earl
Walking through the trenches like I'm not famous
F*ck 12, since I was 12, knew the cops haters (I knew it, f*ck 'em)
Free all of my ni*gas, let them out them cages (my ni*ggas)
Make the crowds scream your name when I'm rockin' stages
Swiping all these h*es to the left like it's Tinder
Moving through the trenches, I'm quiet like a ninja
Do my dirt by myself, I'm kinda like Shinobi
Trained assassin, shoot your lights out, Ginobili
And why you so nosy? You really don't know me
You be clout chasing, I'm tryna stay low-key
Hey, shh, I'm tryna stay low-key
Shh, shh, I'm tryna stay low-key
Written by: David Brewster, Pacal Bayley, Travis Dobson
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