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BADSIDE
2,289
Hip-Hop/Rap
BADSIDE fue lanzado el 19 de mayo de 2017 por RCA Records/i am OTHER como parte del álbum BADSIDE - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento19 de mayo de 2017
Sello discográficoRCA Records/i am OTHER
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM119

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
BIA
BIA
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Bianca Landrau
Bianca Landrau
Letra
Ronald La Tour
Ronald La Tour
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Cardo Got Wings
Cardo Got Wings
Producción
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Ingeniería de mezcla
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Masterización

Letra

Cardo still trapping off an iPad
Screen dead broke we can see, though
Why you still checking on my bag?
Keep ya eyes on ya own c-notes
Old hoes biting on my swag
Still nobody out where they be, though
Say you been moving them bricks
Still claim you to shit like, yeah ****, we know
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
How I got grown women
They feeling mini-me's?
Hoe, I got my homegirls
They turned into friendemies
Don't fuck with my BADSIDE
Don't fuck on my energy
They can't buy no opinions
Can't get sex with that jelousy
Bitch, I feel like Brady
Been fighting the odds 'cause they hate me
Someone tell'em that I won
Someone tell'em I'm the one
Someone tell'em they should thank me
Aye, Gucci down, Gucci down
Only time I'm feeling snakey
Aye, wipe me down, wipe me down
Bitch, I'm wavy like the navy
Say she don't go both ways, but a bitch'll go gay for Rihanna
Yellow diamonds all on my arm, got me feeling like Grey Poupon
In the Wraith in my yard, the only place I see stars
On the run from the law
The only way I'm at large
Cardo still trapping off an iPad
Screen dead broke, we could see though
Why you still checkin' on my bag?
Keep ya eyes on ya own C-Notes
Old hoes biting on my swag
Still nobody I'd rather be though
Say you been moving them bricks
Still claiming you the shit like, yeah ****, we know
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
Boy you ain't no goal for me
You not in my pedigree
So I cannot fuck with ya
We ain't got the chemistry
'Cause you just a broke boy
I laugh in the bank like a parody
How you look fake as yo diamonds?
I can see just by the clarity
I'd rather be rich than famous
Till they knowing what my name is
Christian, Chanel is my fragrance
Blowing money, could you blame us?
Still ain't never ever change up
Never ever let my reign up
Six rings on my fingers
Running LA like a Laker
Cardo still trapping off ad iPad
Screen dead broke, we could see though
Why you still checkin' on my bag?
Keep ya eyes on ya own C-Notes
Old hoes biting on my swag
Still nobody I'd rather be though
Say you been moving them bricks
Still claiming you the shit, like yeah ****, we know
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
Fuck with me
Written by: Bianca Landrau, Ronald La Tour
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