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Sets Up
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Sets Up fue lanzado el 21 de diciembre de 2018 por Gxx como parte del álbum Sets Up - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento21 de diciembre de 2018
Sello discográficoGxx
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM106

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Gxx
Gxx
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Christian Blas Guirguis
Christian Blas Guirguis
Autoría
Max Gross
Max Gross
Composición
Producción e ingeniería
MaxoKoolin
MaxoKoolin
Producción

Letra

[Verse 1]
(Hmm-hmm, hmm, ay)
(Look at) Ay
[Verse 2]
Baby, don't fret
Just take a deep breath
I know you been hurt
Just give me what's left
The bodies I've felt
The souls that I've kept
Don't love me I'm dead
I just care 'bout myself
[Verse 3]
But I rep my set, it's all on my neck
Strap is on deck, shawty drop neck
Ay, bodies drop fast, covered in cash
Fuck her then dash, fuck love, I'm sad
She love, I'm bad, I don't love her back
I'm all in my bag just to fuck up my racks
Get the fuck off my sack, run up, get whacked
I ran up a stack, bitch, the come up was fast
She grab on my dick and she hold on my chain
She don't know shit, but she think that I'm paid
Dumber than shit, she just do this for fame
Gives no fucks 'cause I'm high as fuck off all this cocaine (Whoa)
Put a hoe in my brain (Whoa) Now I can finally think straight
Girls from back home say they noticed I changed
'Cause the fuck hoes love clout, man, these hoes not the same
[Verse 4]
Now it's (All about a dollar)
That's why the Cuban in my collar
And these hoes love my persona
**** hate me, they start drama, but uh
My **** a shotta, yeah
Yeah, shut up or get shot up
We smell blood like a piranha
And you smell like Benihana homie
[Verse 5]
Baby, don't fret
Just take a deep breath
I know you been hurt
Just give me what's left
The bodies I've felt
The souls that I've kept
Don't love me I'm dead
I just care 'bout myself
[Verse 6]
Baby, don't fret
Just take a deep breath
I know you been hurt
Just give me what's left
The bodies I've felt
The souls that I've kept
Don't love me I'm dead
I just care 'bout myself
[Verse 7]
But I rep my set, it's all on my neck
Strap is on deck, shawty drop neck
Ay, bodies drop fast, covered in cash
Fuck her then dash, fuck love, I'm sad
Girl, that ass fat, sit on my lap
She said, "what's that?" It's my dick or my Gat
I pop it, no cap, I got it, no cap
Red on your hat, if I squeeze it's no cap
Shawty know I flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
I don't want the pussy, just the neck, neck, neck, ay
I don't give the dick unless it's wet, wet, wet
Like drip, drip, drip, that's the best sex yet
Lemme see your ID, bitch, I need proof, oh, you're nineteen
Perfect that's cool, ay, hop in my coupe, ay
Shawty just you, ay, time to get loose, shawty, I'm in that mood hard
[Verse 8]
Now it's (All about a dollar)
That's why the Cuban in my collar
And these hoes love my persona
**** hate me, they start drama, but uh
My **** a shotta, yeah
Yeah, shut up or get shot up
We smell blood like a piranha
And you smell like Benihana homie
Written by: Christian Blas Guirguis, Max Gross
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