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Replace (feat. L'Monade)
Hip-Hop/Rap
Replace (feat. L'Monade) κυκλοφόρησε στις 14 Νοεμβρίου 2025 από Wild Music ως μέρος του άλμπουμ 17
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Άλμπουμ17
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας14 Νοεμβρίου 2025
ΕτικέταWild Music
ΓλώσσαEnglish
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM153

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Farid Agaev
Farid Agaev
Composer

Στίχοι

Grew up broke, now the lifestyle's diff'
Peng ting call, might air that quick
LV jeans with the Moncler fit
Felix Turn up the (Maybach Music)
Cah' I'm on Ps, not drama — allow it
Broke boys talk, but they ain't got balance
Gyal too needy, move like a challenge
I just want bands and a house with a vantage
Whip too clean, that's German plates
Ten missed calls, I ain't got the space
Told her behave, I'm dodgin' the fakes
Now it's lobster tails, not fish and steaks
Cash and fame — that's normal, g
Bad one textin', she horny, g
I don't do cuffin', that's corny, g
I just want racks and a mortgage, please
I don't wife gyal, that's stress on stress
Rather make prof, reinvest that cheque
Told her I'm cold — what did you expect?
Came from the block, now I'm thinkin' jets
Grew up broke with the fiends and trappers
Now it's boardrooms, suits and planners
Still got bruddas that'll move real savage
But I'm on flights — first class baggage
Cah' gyal wan' flex when they see my stack
I don't do chat, just send that pack
Talk on tracks, but their life's all cap
Came from nothin', now look where I'm at
How can I stress 'bout gyal when I'm chasin' prof?
LV fit, no cap, that's cloth
Grew up broke, now I'm tryna buy plots
Peng one textin', I air that off
No cosign, I did it with faith
Turned every loss to a W plate
God on my side and I'm movin' straight
I don't chase fame, I attract that weight
Bags on bags like I shop in bulk
Talk less now, let the numbers talk
Did it with hunger, not for clout
Name in rooms they don't speak about
Brought my days into the light
Stayed lowkey, but the future bright
One more tour, then a silent flight
Still that boy don't sleep at night
Ay Yo Migi
J'ai fini Premier, pourtant j'étais dernier, la compétition m'attiser
Je viens pas du 9.2 ni du 9.1, mais je veux des millions comme Stan smith
C'est sorti en serviette, mais c'est entré en Gucci, baby, what that me?
Son VPN, je fais de la French Drill en Russie
Paw paw paw, pas des coup de feu, mais des shot de vodka, now am down
C'est clair, j'ai la cible dans le viseur, après ton ordre, je la shoot Down
Je rêve des millions d'euros comme ETO'O à Makhachkala
Incognito, je suis new dans le Game, appelle moi même AMIGO
No Friends, I'm solo, je dirige la défense comme INIGO
Sur le terrain, entrée royal, après un but SUIIIII de Ronaldo
No pain, no game, No hustle, No fame
Comme J. Brown. Je vise le game dans la NBA, il craint la Shame
Je suis venu en découdre
Je suis venu en découdre
Avec les bâtards, les sales fous
Avec les bâtards, les fils de -
Petit, j'étais fan D'asalpho, je vivais la magie la In the air -
Appeler Christian que j'ai Dior, la sacoche blanche pleine de verte
Written by: Farid Agaev
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