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Solid (feat. Drake)

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Solid (feat. Drake) fue lanzado el 16 de abril de 2021 por 300 Entertainment como parte del álbum Slime Language 2

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DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes

Drake

Voces

Young Thug

Voces

Gunna

Voces

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Elias Sticken

Autoría

Jeffery Williams

Jeffery Williams

Autoría

Michael Hernandez

Michael Hernandez

Autoría

Ozan Yildirim

Autoría

Sergio Kitchens

Sergio Kitchens

Autoría

Drake

Autoría

Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass

Autoría

Producción e ingeniería

Aresh Banaji

Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla

Joe LaPorta

Masterización

A.'Bainz' Bains

A.'Bainz' Bains

Ingeniería de mezcla

Flo Ongonga

Ingeniería de grabación

Noel Cadastre

Ingeniería de grabación

Elyas

Producción

Foreign Teck

Producción

Wheezy

Producción

Angad Bains

Ingeniería de mezcla

OZ

Producción

Letra

[Intro]

Ay

Slip, slide, tryna provide for me

For me

For me

[Chorus]

Find me somewhere out in London, you know that's the hideaway

I need some head and some moral support from you right away

Since I been makin' donations to you like United Way, you know I do

Stories you told me 'bout him, I can see that it's night and day, he told me the truth

Walkin' from here to my bedroom, it feel like it's miles away, there's too many rooms

[Chorus]

And I'm still hard body, I don't fear nobody

Phantom whips I'm ridin', all my friendships solid

I get big deposits, all my whips exotic

[Verse 1]

Revin' the engine, whoa

City dependin', I gotta finish it

I want opinions, why?

She want a demon, yeah

She want a ring or some sort of arrangement, yeah

Something that's dangerous

I wanna change it, I wanna claim it, yeah

I want it painted, yeah

She quick to say, "No," 'cause she know she a diamond, yeah

She gettin' quiet, yeah

She on a diet, she want a massage, yeah

Tryna get intimate, ay

Bank account never diminishin', yeah

**** are changin' they images, yeah

**** act hard, but they innocent

Hop in a tank and move militant, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Find me somewhere out in London, you know that's the hideaway

I need some head and some moral support from you right away

Since I been makin' donations to you like United Way, you know I do

Stories you told me 'bout him, I can see that it's night and day, he told me the truth

Walkin' from here to my bedroom, it feel like it's miles away, there's too many rooms

[Chorus]

And I'm still hard body, I don't fear nobody

Phantom whips I'm ridin', all my friendships solid

I get big deposits, all my whips exotic

[Verse 2]

Trunk on the engine

I'm on a mission

The Bronco two-fifty, I'm out your division

I got 'em excited

Know it's been a lil' minute, I left her delighted

Man, I love all of her Chrome Hearts, these suckers despite it

The touch is the Midas

She said, "Fuck me and cum," I just do it like Loverboy Nike

Ordered the jet just for you and your friends

Chauffeur you 'round in that big body Benz

Got a lil' bitch that came up from nothin'

We shoppin' in London and doin' it big

Been in private, but we out in public

I know we the topic for you and your kids

Life's Monopoly, goin' broke not an option

If they could've stopped it, they would've been did

They would've been dead

She could be the wig, don't play with my head

Don't you test my emotions

Don't be textin' my phone every day, I'ma leave it on read

I'm diggin' and strokin'

My new bitch pussy wet like a ocean, I need a new spread

The solid one, chosen

Young Gun' wanna stay focused, I can't let 'em put me on edge

[Verse 3]

No, they cannot put me on edge

I just bust down my wrist and it's rose gold, and it's ahead

I just put pointers on fifties

I just counted ten million, all cash, and got head from the feds, woo

Yeah, I just told 'em if he play

Then we stoppin' the growth of they dreads, stoppin' it

I just had a talk with the peppermint Porsche

Damn, I'm never gon' drive 'em this year

Feel the panoramic doors

We got fours and deuces, toast

I'm the big dog of my coast

Micro minis with the scopes

Ain't tellin' this bitch my goals, my goals

Had her livin' at the Montrose, Montrose

I'ma peep, but a player not poor, yeah

I been thinkin' 'bout sellin' my soul, woo

Take me out the country and drop me in apartments

She won't see me cry

I just put macaroni cheese in my pocket

And it came with the sides

I just put twenty mil' inside a escrow

I don't give a fuck 'bout your life

You had a buzz, but that shit was too little

I promise you never was hot

Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Elias Sticken, Jeffery Williams, Michael Hernandez, Ozan Yildirim, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass

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