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Driver
1.615
Hip-Hop/Rap
Driver κυκλοφόρησε στις 22 Οκτωβρίου 2021 από NRTHRN ως μέρος του άλμπουμ The Extravagant Collection
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Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας22 Οκτωβρίου 2021
ΕτικέταNRTHRN
ΓλώσσαEnglish
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM65

Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NorthSideBenji
NorthSideBenji
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Bogumil Goller
Paul Bogumil Goller
Composer
Kaven Wolfsohn
Kaven Wolfsohn
Composer
Jaiden Watson
Jaiden Watson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Bogumil Goller
Paul Bogumil Goller
Producer
Kaven Wolfsohn
Kaven Wolfsohn
Producer
The Elements
The Elements
Producer

Στίχοι

[Verse 1]
She tryna count the rings on it
(The Elements)
Rings on it, I got- on it
Hunnids, ah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Big body, had a Q8 truck
She tryna count the rings on it
Got a bitch from Tahiti eating me for lunch
This the life, wonder why the kids want it
5'11, but do it big, don't it?
Couple thousand, we takin' weed on it
We gon run up the mileage, higher than the pilot
Got a stick on the passenger, one on the driver
Walk through the hood and they dead on arrival
Hotter than a desert, can't depend on nobody
I've been livin' fast, my city like survival
If it ain't in the stash, it's under spare tire
[Verse 3]
Boy, I tеll ya
Fuck a stylist, mix and match my designer, I tell ya
And fuck thе pressure, I ain't even applyin', ****
[Verse 4]
Forget your alliance ****, I'm a lone soldier and I'm ridin'
Gotta keep a sticky on me like a old folk
'Cause I heard it's only young **** dyin'
And I keep the trenches wit' me like a poster
And there ain't no changin' me if I wasn't tryin'
See, Balenciaga my motherfuckin' diet
And I don't trust nobody except for the pilot
[Verse 5]
So I never panic, yeah
'Cause I could just buy a **** if it's static
'Cause I keep these rackades on me, automatic, ****
And I'ma spend hunnids up on 'em up on the Pateks ('Teks)
I tell ya
[Verse 6]
Big body, had a Q8 truck
She tryna count the rings on it
Got a bitch from Tahiti eating me for lunch
This the life, wonder why the kids want it
5'11, but do it big, don't it?
Couple thousand, we takin' weed on it
We gon run up the mileage, higher than the pilot
Got a stick on the passenger, one on the driver
Walk through the hood and they dead on arrival
Hotter than a desert, can't depend on nobody
I've been livin' fast, my city like survival
If it ain't in the stash, it's under spare tire
[Verse 7]
Boy, I tell ya
Fuck a stylist, mix and match my designer, I tell ya
And fuck the pressure, I ain't even applyin', ****
[Verse 8]
(5'11, but do it big, don't it)
Couple thousand, we takin' weed on it
Stick on the passenger, one on the driver
Written by: Jaiden Watson, Kaven Wolfsohn, Paul Bogumil Goller
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