DATEWITDEF – Estee Nack & Futurewave: Στίχοι τραγουδιών, μουσικά βίντεο και συναυλίες

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Estee Nack & Futurewave

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DATEWITDEF κυκλοφόρησε στις 3 Απριλίου 2024 από #23INCREDIBLEINDUSTRIES / WAVGODMUSIC ως μέρος του άλμπουμ STONE TEMPLE PYREX

ΆλμπουμSTONE TEMPLE PYREX

3 Απριλίου 2024

Ετικέτα#23INCREDIBLEINDUSTRIES / WAVGODMUSIC

ΓλώσσαEnglish

BPM76

Μελωδικότητα

Ακουστικότητα

Βαλάνς

Χορευτικότητα

Ενέργεια

ΕΠΙΣΚΌΠΗΣΗ

ΣΤΊΧΟΙ

Μουσικό βίντεο

Μουσικό βίντεο

Στίχοι

We ain't do it for A, uh (Nah)

Yeah, yo, yo, yo (Yeah, yeah)

You know what I'm sayin'? Nackman

Stack the bread high (KnahI'msayin'? To the sky, baby)

Proper accountin', you know what I'm sayin'? (Ching-ching-ching-ching-ching-ching)

I mean, mathematics is my foundation (How we put it together, son, we add on and take away, boy)

Ayo, son (Uh-huh), son, yeah

It ain't no fuckin' up the bread count, brodie (Oh!)

Spirit out his body crept out slowly (Bow!)

It ain't no time to play games (Nah)

**** feelin' all left out, lonely (Uh-huh)

His bad mommy pull her breast out and blow me (Mami!)

Indestructible body armor, intoxicated customer wanted drama

Desert Eagle dumpin', it's Nack Daddy, not to be confused with the Dalai Lama (I kill you)

Dutch smokin', sparkin' palmers (Smoke!)

Customer said the product is kickin' like Israel Adesanya (Wah-tah!)

Lots of commas, piranhas (Credit)

Vale cudlito, mi cama, chef it up front the customer like it's Benihana (Whip!)

Snitchin' front of your honor, just singin' like "Susana"

Guess he doesn't believe in karma

Wonderama, Bahama with stuffed pocket

Privat jet full of bricks, pull a spliff, openin' drug markets

Slide up in a flyin' carpet, suckin' profits (Money!)

No limit, tank bustin' rockets (Boom!)

We talkin' money, it's a motherfuckin' touchy topic, son (Money!)

Ayo

You goofy get laid to rest (Kill you)

Everybody I been down with is rooted in KOS (Myself)

Buckets of ice on us, we ain't do it for ALS (Bing-bing-bing-bing)

Yayo stretchin', I'm maneuverin' weight to rest (Trap!)

Spray the Wesson, I put two in a hater chest (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!)

Cops come, most of neighbours usually sayin' less

School of hard knocks, I been teachin' students and gradin' tests

Hundred shots (Bow-bow-bow!), anybody who in the way get left (Kill you!)

Fuckin' with me, it's obvious, you pursuin' a date with death (Woah!)

We'll take your last breath (Oh-oh, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Bang (Blow)

Written by: Alex Rosario, Martin Budik

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