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Tint
22
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tint wurde am 12. Juni 2026 von 676170 Records DK als Teil des Albums Tint - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum12. Juni 2026
Label676170 Records DK
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM70

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Davis Timothy Wilson
Davis Timothy Wilson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davis Timothy Wilson
Davis Timothy Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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liv
Producer
Brahim Gousse
Brahim Gousse
Engineer

Songtexte

Okay, let's go, yeah
Hop in this whip and it's built like a tractor
Came from the ground, lil' bitch think I'm a factor
Don't tell lies, and you won't see me cry
Got my blick on me, got myself backup
Dead inside, you can see through my eyes
My bitch a bride, she might act up
Breakin' the bank, not a fracture
You not my twin, lil' bro, no, we can't dap up
These tints so dark that I can't see you needed help
So many years on drugs, I'm worried 'bout my health
All alone, I'm back from Hell, I'm on Rodeo by myself
Back in this shit like I did it again
How you got shooters, but you and them pussies got no where to spin? (What?)
You takin' L's everyday like you don't know how to win (Yeah)
Balenci' the boots, I ain't steppin' in Timbs
I walk in this bitch and they say that I'm him
Play with this money like a violin
Rose gold and diamonds, the way that I live
Ain't no disguise, know you wanna see me die, but really I'm feelin' like when? (Bitch)
I'm paralyzed from all this pain I kept from killin' me
It's crazy seein' someone you love turn to your enemy
Don't tell lies, you won't see me cry
Don't tell lies, you won't see me cry
Dead inside, you can see through my eyes
Bitch, woo
Hop in this whip and it's built like a tractor
Came from the ground, lil' bitch think I'm a factor
Don't tell lies, and you won't see me cry
Got my blick on me, got myself backup
Dead inside, you can see through my eyes
My bitch a bride, she might act up
Breakin' the bank, not a fracture
You not my twin, lil' bro, no, we can't dap up (Nah)
These tints so dark that I can't see you needed help
So many years on drugs, I'm worried 'bout my health
All alone, I'm back from Hell, I'm on Rodeo by myself
Hop in and drift like skrrt, look at my wrist like brr
And my earrings absurd
Baby girl on my nerves, baby, don't twist my words
I'm drippin' in blood just like I'm Dracula
I'm in a GT, not an Acura (Skrrt)
Count up the money, baby, like a calcula'
Count up the money, baby, I'ma add it up
I wanna fuck you, baby, 'til you had enough
I'm on my ten toes, bitch, I'm standin' up
These tints so dark that I can't see you needed help
When I look inside the mirror, I try to be somebody else
Don't tell lies, you won't see me cry
Dead inside, you can see through my eyes
Written by: Davis Timothy Wilson
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