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Q2H
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Q2H wurde am 12. Juli 2026 von Upper Echelon als Teil des Albums THE TRUTH veröffentlicht
12. Juli 2026
LabelUpper Echelon
SpracheEnglish
BPM136
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

Yeah, quarter to a half, half to a whole
I was just trapping late night with my brother, and we had to snatch out the store
**** wanna talk crazy? I don't give a fuck bitch we right at your door
I just fucking this bitch, she suck on my dick, I put racks on her throat
I don't know why they talking bad (talking bad)
These **** they going out sad (going out sad)
**** ain't making no racks
If a **** want that we gone tax
3500 for a dub, what's that? (What's that?)
And my brudda he good in the kitchen, he scraping them pots and pans from scratch
And my **** be cooking good batch (good batch)
You **** had ya chance
You **** had ya chance, now I'm going ham
I can't feel my face without my meds, I need medicine
Christian Dior for my hoes, they so heaven sent (Yeah)
If you catch a opp, go whack that ****, leave no evidence
Don't leave no witness either
She said I couldn't fuck so, I turned that bitch to a believer
I done ran outta love for a slut I couldn't keep her
I tried to roll up like half of the ounce, I couldn't chief it
Why the fuck you tryna hang with me, you think you gang?
Why the fuck I boss this bitch up? She was fucking lame
Told my brother "Get your shit together" this is not a game
See nirvana off this fucking Molly, bitch I'm Saint Cobain
Yeah, quarter to a half, half to a whole
I was just trapping late night with my brother, and we had to snatch out the store
**** wanna talk crazy? I don't give a fuck bitch we right at your door
I just fucking this bitch, she suck on my dick, I put racks on her throat
I don't know why they talking bad (talking bad)
These **** they going out sad (going out sad)
**** ain't making no racks
If a **** want that we gone tax
3500 for a dub, what's that? (What's that?)
And my brudda he good in the kitchen, he scraping them pots and pans from scratch
And my **** be cooking good batch (good batch)
You **** had ya chance
You **** had ya chance, now I'm going ham
I can't feel my face without my meds, I need medicine
Christian Dior for my hoes, they so heaven sent (Yeah)
If you catch a opp, go whack that ****, leave no evidence
Don't leave no witness either
She said I couldn't fuck so, I turned that bitch to a believer
I done ran outta love for a slut I couldn't keep her
I tried to roll up like half of the ounce, I couldn't chief it
Written by: NOSAINT NOSAINT
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