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FRIED
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FRIED fue publicado el 7 de diciembre de 2024 por RLP MUSIC como parte del álbum FRIED - Single
7 de diciembre de 2024
SelloRLP MUSIC
IdiomaEnglish
BPM63
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Letras

(Lil Phillip smoked a J, now I'm fried)
(Lil Phillip smoked a J, now I'm fried)
Got a one-eye bitch, gimme brain in the back of the ship
She attached at the hip, with an ass so fat that it weigh me down
Stackin' my chips, not the one in my arm
Talkin 'bout the business moves, we rich
Love my fam, man, I love my clique (My clique)
Gotta know the type of shit you on
Fuck you mean that you not gonna snitch? (Mo- Mo-)
Movin' crazy lately like you hate me
Broke my heart like I broke up with Amy
Now I gotta put 'em in they places
Catch a bullet flyin' where you stayin'
Thousand years just dormant in the ice
Now I'm spitting flames like I was Spyro
Chill at Mars Vegas, took a flight
Hit the tables, aiming for the high roll
Lil Phillip smoked a J, it got me fried (Got me fried)
Old New York reppin', why don't you come outside? (You come outside?)
Got the wavy flow, express to the planet
Straight to the moon, that wasn't no rhetorical
Must be the minerals on my neck
Why these fuck bots keep taking me for granite, yeah
Got rich, never planned it, yeah (Never planned it, yeah)
Ended up a billionaire (Up a billionaire)
So I throw my hands in the air (Throw my hands in the air)
Got Bezos, pesos in the bank
My bitch Ratchet, call her Clank
Bender, pour me another drank
Zoidberg with me, know he stank
Three, two, one, blast off
Take a fuckin' rocket to the Omicron Persei 8
Not COVID, Leela took my strain
DNA in her brain, on some 'ho shit
Got a feelin' that the flow so fast
It's espresso times a hundred
Cold like a tundra (Tundra)
I got ice, know my cheques look abundant
Smoke a billy, not Kanye West, boy, I love it
Lil Phillip smoked a J, it got me fried (Got me fried)
Old New York reppin', why don't you come outside? (You come outside?)
Got the wavy flow, express to the planet
Straight to the moon, that wasn't no rhetorical
Must be the minerals on my neck
Why these fuck bots keep taking me for-
Lil Phillip smoked a J, it got me fried (Got me fried)
Old New York reppin', why don't you come outside? (You come outside?)
Got the wavy flow, express to the planet (Ooh, ooh-ooh)
Straight to the moon, that wasn't no rhetorical
Must be the minerals on my neck
Why these fuck bots keep taking me for granite, yeah (Yeah)
(Lil Phillip smoked a J, now I'm fried)
(Lil Phillip smoked a J, now I'm fried)
Written by: John Pedler

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