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Lethal Weapon
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lethal Weapon κυκλοφόρησε στις 7 Αυγούστου 2025 από 2809756 Records DK ως μέρος του άλμπουμ LYSSOPHOBIA
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ΆλμπουμLYSSOPHOBIA
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας7 Αυγούστου 2025
Ετικέτα2809756 Records DK
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BPM84

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Milliam
Justin Milliam
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Mixing Engineer

Στίχοι

"Stop requested"
Let her go, but damn I loved her
Acting nice online but such a whore under the covers
I been feeling like this shawty's such problem, I'm in trouble
You catching fire to the face, another war over the money
You like talking perks and X but I talk money, hoes'll love it
Lethal weapon, my beloved Danny Glover
We so far apart, gets to the point where I can't touch her
Thought we wouldn't end loving on one another
(Hold on, why?)
We be on like (Wow, wow)
I get to the money, never slow, slow
Talking hot, well you can catch a slug, slug (Woah)
Top shotta, he gon' throw, wow
I been, been tripping on the low, oh (Wow)
Is you finna leave me girl? I know
You don't gotta lie, yeah
I knew this time would come
You just gon' throw everything away to make a point? (Woah)
I been, geeking off roxy and my xans while I step
Walking in my tombs, looking for some different pills
Just wanna feel something so that I know it's real
Now I gotta walk through the city where it's dangerous
Shit ain't real
"Stop requested"
Let her go, but damn I loved her
Acting nice online but such a whore under the covers
I been feeling like this shawty's such problem, I'm in trouble
Catching fire to the face, another war over the money
You like talking perks and X but I talk money, hoes'll love it
Lethal weapon, my beloved Danny Glover (Bitch I, bitch I)
We so far apart, gets to the point where I can't touch her
(Huh)
Thought we wouldn't end loving on one another
(Hold on, why?)
Need some property, just bought a new estate
I need some privacy, lil shawty don't remember what I said
Don't bring no poverty 'cause I don't know where that lil hoe got stay
Like baby obviously I'm joking, you gon' stay yo ass with me
The other side of me said, "Fuck that lil hoe, bitch"
"Yeah I'm a prodigy"
That 9 on me gon' take your other half
The other side of me might hide and creep
Been going through a mid-life crisis, only turned 19
My life feels like a war up in my head
Like oh my God it feels like every time I'm walking with my G-9
Talking, they got see light
My bitch, she got super fire feline
Forgot what that feels like
Bitch I'm high as shit, I feel like "Fila"
Pour up by the liter
Told my I should lay off on the drugs
I don't give a fuck tho
My bitch get annoying when a hoe as for a photo
Told my bitch she gotta chill, she look like Quasimodo
Brody said he geeking off the pills after I said to roll up
Okay, guess I'm rolling up the weed, I started smoking dolo
All yo patnas dead, we put em on the news
And if you thought that news couldn't get worse, I shot them **** too
Run threw that ally the point and started popping like the 2
Don't wanna get hit?
Then when I'm bussin' out that fire, you better move
(Like hold on damn, damn)
"Stop requested"
Let her go, but damn I loved her
Acting nice online but such a whore under the covers
I been feeling like this shawty's such problem, I'm in trouble
You catching fire to the face, another war over the money (Hold on, damn)
You like talking perks and X but I talk money, hoes'll love it
Lethal weapon, my beloved Danny Glover
We so far apart, gets to the point where I can't touch her
Thought we wouldn't end loving on one another (Woah)
(Hold on, why?)
Written by: Justin Milliam
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