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Roulette

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Roulette fue lanzado el 5 de julio de 2019 por Bad Boy/Interscope Records como parte del álbum Hotel Diablo

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumHotel Diablo

Fecha de lanzamiento5 de julio de 2019

Sello discográficoBad Boy/Interscope Records

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM191

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes

mgk

Voces

Cook Classics

Bajo

Jake Troth

Batería

Bobby Wooten III

Bobby Wooten III

Teclados

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Colson Baker

Composición

William Lobban Bean

William Lobban Bean

Composición

Jacob Troth

Composición

Producción e ingeniería

Cook Classics

Producción

Jake Troth

Producción

Bobby Wooten III

Bobby Wooten III

Coproducción

Fabian Marasciullo

Fabian Marasciullo

Ingeniería de mezcla

Brandon “SlimXX” Allen

Ingeniería de grabación

Colin Leonard

Masterización

Letra

[Intro]

This that motherfuckin' rider music

This that motherfuckin' rider music

[Chorus]

All night, when I'm rollin'

Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?

But I'm chosen, so I'm rollin'

With eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin'

All through traffic with this mob apparatus

These people want me in a casket, still I'm rollin'

I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don't know if I'm goin', uh

[Verse 1]

Smokin' on Sequoia, runnin' from my paranoia

Hollywood want me to come and live and die in California

I ain't goin' out like River Phoenix

I wanna enjoy all of the spoils, I'm a Golden Boy like Oscar De La Hoya

I'm a soldier, masked up like it's the end of October

Blowin' doja in the streets with Mannie Fresh, down in the 'Nola

I done told ya, when it come to beefin', I ain't kosher

Bought a cobra just to keep you snakes closer

I could spy a motive, y'all can try and clone this

Get them lies quoted, but him and I know this

Line up my opponents, hold their eyes open

Rip out their hearts and let 'em all die soulless

[PreChorus]

This that motherfuckin' rider music

This that motherfuckin' rider music, East Side, aye

This that motherfuckin' rider music

This that motherfuckin' rider music

[Chorus]

All night, when I'm rollin'

Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?

But I'm chosen, so I'm rollin'

With eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin'

All through traffic with this mob apparatus

These people want me in a casket, still I'm rollin'

I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don't know if I'm goin', uh

[Verse 2]

Wait

I heard 'em say they want the old Gunner

Fuck 'em, I still turn coyotes into road runners

Fuck a family, I'll leave your ass with no brothers

It ain't no love when you become a man with no mother

That's what it was

I used to get my ass beat just because

I ran away, hit the trap, they couldn't make me budge

Junior year, my homie sellin' crack right off the bus

Knew that I wasn't turnin' back when I got cuffed

Fuck a charge, this a territory y'all don't wanna march

Cemetery full of graves, I can finish what you start

Lost a milli' when they sued me for a fight inside a bar

I hope you pussies think of me every time that you see the scar

[PreChorus]

This that motherfuckin' rider music

This that motherfuckin' rider music, East Side, aye

This that motherfuckin' rider music

This that motherfuckin' rider music

Turn it up

[Chorus]

All night, when I'm rollin'

Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty

But I'm chosen, so I'm rollin'

With eleven of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin'

All through traffic with this mob apparatus

These people want me in a casket, still I'm rollin'

I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don't know if I'm goin', uh

[Verse 3]

24/7, I keep my eyes open, ready

All these signs show me they want me gone like I'm Makaveli

On the cross when they cross me over, over something so petty

Kill 'em all, even if I die like Method Man did in Belly

I am, Gun Kelly, ain't shit you can tell me

Get me drunk and mad enough, I go pop the trunk of the Chevy

I'm a dad and a savage, this is not an image like Getty

Rap for currency, like I'm Spitta Andretti and let it fall like confetti

Ball for my dawgs that they got locked in the celly

And fuck the one that turned on me, I won't ever forget it

You learn it's your own homies you knew since the beginning

That see you winnin' and they wanna see you finished, goddamn

Written by: Colson Baker, Jacob Troth, William Lobban Bean

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