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Triangle Success
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Triangle Success wurde am 13. Mai 2016 von Executive Entertainment Corporation als Teil des Albums Opulence veröffentlicht
13. Mai 2016
LabelExecutive Entertainment Corporation
SpracheEnglish
BPM81
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
Yeah, uh-huh
You can catch me dabbing down Peachtree
Mobbing in my Range Rov’
Any weather, sun-shine, dodging all the plainclothes
She think I’m attractive while she acting like she ain’t chose
Now she mines, she aint cho’s,
All gold Prezzy, “Plain Jane”, but the chain froze,
World domination, I got Pinky and the Brain goals
Plural comma chasing, makes cents, so I changed flows
Squares in my circle use my words to tri-angles
Beat your bitch like bang bros
The flow is so compellin’
Rap with such panache, mobbing with the local felons
Osh Kosh Bigosh, overall we smoke inhalin’
Your chick want a menage, till her box is soaked and swelling
My watch is ocean-dwelling, knot as fat as Action Bronson
Get inside the box and disappear, listen here
I give these bitches Magic Johnson, ungh
Yeah, and shit is gravy over here
You don’t want them text-to-rise, shit is wavy over here, yeah
[Verse 2]
Yeah, listen
Hey, I was dodging them rats when I was out in sewers
And in the city, know my condo looking Fountain Blue-ish
Lawyers and accountants Jewish (Yessir)
And my account is foolish
Rising to the top and I’m a stay like I’m devout in Buddhist
Weed looking Mountain Dew-ish
Watching out for Judas, scout intruders
‘til the semi ache in any state, on the “innistate”
I’m drinking Henny straight
Most your friends are plenty fake,
She know I got plenty cake
Give my two cents, it’s in her jeans to let me penny-trate
Late nights on the road, looking for a classy freak
Shopping with a passion, every day look like it’s fashion week
Attitude on her, I don’t know to kiss her ass or cheek
I want a piece of Mona Lisa, she’s a masterpiece (Sheesh!)
T-Boz, you can try to get your creep on
Bill Cos, I’m not the guy you wanna sleep on
Roger that, I can show you how that banana peel
Two A-Rs on to show you how that Lambo feel
[Verse 3]
(Yeah, okay, yea, listen)
Hey, you **** should know who did this
The coldest with the flow, probably fucking your oldest sister
Even Jehovah witnessed
This that I’m your bitch wish
I am on her wish list
Every day’s Valentine’s, every night’s Christmas, huh
Dig this, I’m reiterating the urgency
Every state I emerge is in a state of emergency
A gun stockpile horder, style slaughter
The best shooter out of Atlanta since Kyle Korver
Wit a gun as big as Al Horford, that I bring when it’s on war
Every time I shoot it’s like I’m cranking a lawnmower, ungh
And the road to success is hard to travel on
Old **** want to cross me, I let ‘em Babylon
****, this is a spear, you don’t want to get my Javel-on
Good with the words, you don’t want to get my Scrabble on
No sir, a gun license for the fake ****
Keep her coming back, that’s icing on the cake, ****
[Verse 4]
(Yeah, hey)
You can catch me sipping on some activis
Or maybe it’s a glass of cris
Love to beat the pussy up
I’m a sadomasochist
Shitted on ‘em last week
This week take a massive piss
She give my dick a passion kiss
Splashing on her fast then once I smash
She get my ass to kiss
****, I demolish it, I
Study abroad like I got Israelian scholarships
Ex want me back, her man failed to acknowledge this
She want that old bone, I call her paleontologist (Whoa)
Too wolfin’, (yeah), I’m who she took a liking to
Damn, I even heard your wifey dike’n too
I’ll split a dike into, but I’m who a dike into
I give a fuck who the dike kin to
I give that dike kin two!
Pull up on them, yeah, these over the head bars
I need dough, yeah, these over the bread bars
Sit back and watch the money pile up
A, Oh well online, it’s time to dial up
[Outro]
Yeah, hey, HEEZ, yeah leggo
Let me hear that back
Written by: Marcus Vicks
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