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Conversations With the Devil
18.125
De gira
Hip-Hop/Rap
Conversations With the Devil fue publicado el 26 de diciembre de 2017 por Velvet Note Records como parte del álbum Conversations With the Devil - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento26 de diciembre de 2017
SelloVelvet Note Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM80

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ramirez
Ramirez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ivan Ramirez
Ivan Ramirez
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PKA Mikey The Magician
PKA Mikey The Magician
Producer

Letras

(MTM, hit 'em with the heat)
Throw my burners inside of the bush so I don't get caught
Get the fuck from 'round me 'fore I cock my hammer, unload the Glock
Comin' out the Benz, steadily moving weight
'Cause the hustle, don't stop
I'm comin' to win and all of my **** be gunnin', shootin' for the top
Inside a the cocaine Beamer pushin' it up yo' lane
Didn't have no daddy, so my uncle made me soak up his game
I keep it a hunnid 'cause my word is bond, in the hood it don't change
Comin' up from nothin', hustlin' for my money
Now I'm grippin' grain
I'm beatin' it down yo' block
Settin' up another shop
Gotta watch out for these Opps
Call the block, it's fuckin' hot
Puttin' money inside my sock
Watchin' all of my pigeons flock
Nickel and dime me busta
Then I promise that yo' body drop
Bitch I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang ho (I do my thang)
Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho
Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low
Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo
Bitch I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang ho (I do my thang)
Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho
Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low
Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo
Comin' up out the bushes with a red dot
I'm aimin' to kill
Pushin' a pill, with this steel
Pointin' my pocket rocket to your grill
Fuck how you feel
Bringin' the ruckus, ain't no time to sleep
Freddy Krueger with no patience
Slit yo' throat and let you bleed
You want gunplay?
Let them guns spray
But I promise you this ain't what you want man
I'm off that Novocain
Smokin' propane
Hit 'em in the fuckin' chest and see the blood drain
I'm a kick door pro
Me want all the smoke
Kick into yo' momma house for my .44
Bullet shells tap dancin' all on the flo'
Bring me all the static 'cause Gorilla want some mo'
Bitch I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang ho (I do my thang)
Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho
Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low
Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo
Bitch I'm snatchin' chain, blowin' brain, I do my thang ho (I do my thang)
Lookin' at the devil in his face, I'm just a psycho
Creepin' on the come up, so you know I got my lights low
Talkin' all that anna, but you gon' taste all this ammo
(All this ammo, this ammo, this ammo)
Written by: Ivan Ramirez
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