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Tomahawk
33,464
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tomahawk fue lanzado el 14 de diciembre de 2018 por Tha Alumni Music Group/88 Classic/RCA Records como parte del álbum Missed Calls
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Fecha de lanzamiento14 de diciembre de 2018
Sello discográficoTha Alumni Music Group/88 Classic/RCA Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM72

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
Composición, Letra
Rasmus Cantoreggi
Rasmus Cantoreggi
Composición, Letra
Marcus Andersson
Marcus Andersson
Composición, Letra
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Canto
Canto
Producción
Iain Findlay
Iain Findlay
Ingeniería de grabación
Maddox "MaddMix" Chhim
Maddox "MaddMix" Chhim
Ingeniería de mezcla
Rafael Fadul
Rafael Fadul
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

[Verse 1]
Hundred cars got the city, yeah yeah
Woo, yeah yeah
Hey
[Verse 2]
Drop down, tomahawk tops off (Yeah)
Hundred cars got the city blocked off (Yeah)
Try and catch me slippin', but I never fall (Yeah)
Pocket rockets poppin', we could let 'em off, yeah
Drop down, tomahawk tops off (Yeah)
Hundred cars got the city blocked off (Yeah)
Try and catch me slippin', but I never fall (Yeah)
Pocket rockets, we could let 'em off, yeah
[Verse 3]
You don't want no war, boy you get destroyed
Talk that shit like 50 but I hit like Floyd
**** up in space, I just feel the void
Black hoodie, grim reaper, watch me kill the noise
Pana' view, and that Panamera painted blue
Push the button, see the super sport and baby zoomin'
Addin' fire to fuel, man, they just live illusions
They ain't get no bread, dog, they can't have no gluten
Me no lack me no cap, boy
Tryna get like me will set you back, boy
Hundred of them, hundred of them
Money like MJ the way that it spin
Swear that these **** don't want me to win
Feel like this season, I'm huntin' again
[Verse 4]
Drop down, tomahawk tops off (Yeah)
Hundred cars got the city blocked off (Yeah)
Try and catch me slippin', but I never fall (Yeah)
Pocket rockets poppin', we could let 'em off, yeah
Drop down, tomahawk tops off (Yeah)
Hundred cars got the city blocked off (Yeah)
Try and catch me slippin', but I never fall (Yeah)
Pocket rockets, we could let 'em off, yeah
[Verse 5]
I don't know what the fuck you put in this shit man
I swear to God this some whole other outer space
I'm high, ****, man I'm tryna land this motherfucker
Boy I'm high as fuck
I know they call you rocket ship and all that shit, but, whoo
[Verse 6]
Back with the resurrect, you **** overslept
Way that I regulate, feel like I never left
LA I represent, mixin' that bag, ooh, with the medicine
Baby girl don't wanna smoke
Lookin' for snow, mountain like Everest
Switchin' the tone, swear that they phony
Post somethin' fake 'cause I never been
I hear you talkin', if it's a problem
Know that with me, you won't settle it
Livin' the life of an icon, walk in this bitch like a giant
Ball like I ain't got no time-outs
Diggin' a hole you can't climb out
Cash, these **** is hypebeasts, they only livin' on IG
My main was never a sidepiece (No)
Got her the 'Rari and Siamese
Hit the button, watch the dash lift (Smashin')
Roll me up so I don't crash this
[Verse 7]
Drop down, tomahawk tops off (Yeah)
Hundred cars got the city blocked off (Yeah)
Try and catch me slippin', but I never fall (Yeah)
Pocket rockets poppin', we could let 'em off (Yeah)
Drop down, tomahawk tops off, yeah
Hundred cars got the city blocked off (Yeah)
Try and catch me slippin', but I never fall (Yeah)
Pocket rockets, we could let 'em off, yeah
Written by: Brian Todd Collins, Marcus Andersson, Rasmus Cantoreggi
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