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Vendetta
21
Hip-Hop/Rap
Vendetta fue publicado el 12 de septiembre de 2025 por 1 OF NONE como parte del álbum Bird On Money
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Fecha de lanzamiento12 de septiembre de 2025
Sello1 OF NONE
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM72

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CEO Trayle
CEO Trayle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emmanuel Kouadio
Emmanuel Kouadio
Songwriter
Justin Bell
Justin Bell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Manny Laurenko
Manny Laurenko
Producer
Benny Henny
Benny Henny
Producer

Letras

Ayy, it's pain in my words, it hurt when I record
Yeah, the backdoor stay closed, so you woudn't even know it
Said he was gon' blow it, never need to show it
Ayy, Edgar Allan for it, big bag, don't deport it
Whole foreign's lowered, ayy, trap got me employed
Ayy, still be in the trenches, but you woudn't even know it
Yeah, I fucked her 'cause she yours, a perc to calm the noise
I'm tryna get rich for all of us, my mama and my boy
Ayy, Mr. Kick That Door, it's Mr. Big Bag Dough
Ayy, I fucked the bitch, got ghost
Ayy, plucked if he get close
Blessings in the air, tell the bro: "Let's have a toast"
Ayy, it could've been worse for sure
Ayy, it could've been still kicked door
Ayy, it could've been Coulda Been Records
Yeah, fuck if you a stepper if when your momma calls, did you jump up to help her?
Yeah, I don't even eat the beef, these ****' Hamburger Helper
Yeah, I let her go, I should've kept her
At the time, I ain't see nothing special
****' fake happy for ya, half the time [?] lil' pressure
Yeah, but when he get 'round hoes, **** get a lil' extra
Ayy, but when he get round folk, the **** act a lil' better
He still be watching cheddar, he still got a lil' vendetta
Yeah, and that's gon' be yo energy if you let 'em
So I don't even sweat 'em
Still got yo **** that go get 'em, tell em': "Go and get 'em"
Yeah, you can't be the one, that title don't even fit 'em
Yeah, quick to leave a bitch, I'ma still [?], not a little
Ayy, it's pain in my words, it hurt when I record
Yeah, the backdoor stay closed, so you woudn't even know it
Said he was gon' blow it, never need to show it
Ayy, Edgar Allan for it, big bag, don't deport it
Whole foreign's lowered, ayy, trap got me employed
Ayy, still be in the trenches, but you woudn't even know it
Yeah, I fucked her 'cause she yours, a perc to calm the noise
I'm tryna get rich for all of us, my mama and my boy
Ayy, ayy
Written by: Emmanuel Kouadio, Justin Bell
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