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Figures
5.457
Hip-Hop/Rap
Figures κυκλοφόρησε στις 2 Ιουνίου 2021 από Republic Records ως μέρος του άλμπουμ epiphany
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Άλμπουμepiphany
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας2 Ιουνίου 2021
ΕτικέταRepublic Records
ΓλώσσαEnglish
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM139

Στίχοι

Made a opp disappear, ****, like a genie
Your bitch givin' head like a beanie
He cap for the neck 'cause he won't come and see me
I'm signed in the streets, I ain't signing no treaty
And I'm moving these packs like a muhfuckin' widget
I'm spinning his block like a muhfuckin' fidget
You rock hand me downs, ****, my shit fitted
I ain't going for none, your whole block get it
Don't go back there, boy, yo thot in the back
I came up off of playing, I ain't going back
Boy, you **** ain't gang, ain't no flag on yo back
I'm fucking his bitch and I'm pulling her tracks
If he keep talking shit, I'ma send him his bitch traps
Me and my gang got big straps
Said he better than me, I don't get that
Didn't your mans just die? Get your lick back
You need to get your lick back, ****
I'm in New York and I'm counting up figures
Hunnids and fifties look good in my pictures
These **** want beef with me just 'cause I'm richer
Lil Dami going up
I ain't loving these hoes, they gon' fuck up my trust
Getting this money a must
If my bro throw the oop, I'ma run that shit up
Made a opp disappear, ****, like a genie
Your bitch givin' head like a beanie
He cap for the neck 'cause he won't come and see me
I'm signed to the streets, I ain't signing no treaty
And I'm moving these packs like a muhfuckin' widget
I'm spinning his block like a muhfuckin' fidget
You rock hand me downs, ****, my shit fitted
I ain't going for none, your whole block get it
Don't go back there, boy, yo thot in the back
I came up off of playing, I ain't going back
Boy, you **** ain't gang, ain't no flag on yo back
I'm fucking his bitch and I'm pulling her tracks
If he keep talking shit, I'ma send him his bitch traps
Me and my gang got big straps
Said he better than me, I don't get that
Didn't your mans just die? Get your lick back
You need to get your lick back, ****
I'm in New York and I'm counting up figures
Hunnids and fifties look good in my pictures
These **** want beef with me just 'cause I'm richer
Lil Dami going up
I ain't loving these hoes, they gon' fuck up my trust
Getting this money a must
If my bro throw the oop, I'ma run that shit up (Gang)
Written by: David Wallace, Mekhi Britt, Michael Denis
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