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FINSTA
6,718
Hip-Hop/Rap
FINSTA fue lanzado el 1 de julio de 2020 por Kitsuné Musique Singles como parte del álbum FINSTA - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento1 de julio de 2020
Sello discográficoKitsuné Musique Singles
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM89

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Gibson Alcott
Gibson Alcott
Autoría
Etinosa Okunbor
Etinosa Okunbor
Autoría

Letra

I don’t know what **** really want from me
I been thinking they think I’m better off dead, okay
That’s why I keep a Mac 11 on my hip, okay
I’m paranoid, you see the color of my skin, okay
I don’t need to make a finsta for you to the real thing
I’m going through some real shit, bro
And she put it on my face, she almost killed me, bro
There’s a reason why you **** never see me, bro
Yeah, E.T. is a G-O-A-T, bro
And it’s crazy that **** tried to play me, bro
But I’m swazye I pulled up on you bitch and she said I was levitating
I’m destroying walls when Saint Lyor is not creating
You **** must of got me fucked up
Glory be to God, so I never lucked up
Lord, forgive me but I had to Black on Black my forces
Everyday I look more like a goat I think I’m gorgeous
Let me show you how I turn your bitch face to the MoMa
You know Saint Lyor is only living for the moment
I pulled out a ratchet and it sound like Whitney Houston
Bikoveli love thy enemies but they gone have to face the music
I move like a crackhead when I’m under the influence
I just got a chopper, I hope I don’t have to use it
I know when I pop out bad bitches get influenced
So when a **** pop out bad bitches getting used
Throw em in the pool bitch we higher than moon
If she super thick I give her super dick too
I got the bitch purring she sound like a new coupe
And the bitch so bad I had to spred the good news
I gotta big blicky it can’t fit in the room
So I'ma have to dance with my motherfucking tool
I don’t know what **** really want from me
I been thinking they think I’m better off dead, okay
That’s why I keep a Mac11 on my hip, okay
I’m paranoid you see the color of my skin, okay
I don’t need to make a finsta for you to the real thing
I’m going through some real shit, bro
And she put it on my face she almost killed me, bro
There’s a reason why you **** never see me, bro
My name is Saint Lyor and I’m ready to kill shit
I do it for my mama and all the black children
Mr. Lyor what the fuck are you on?
We never seen a **** doing this before
No we never heard a **** rap like this before
I hope it’s different with me 'cause I put you on your toes
She wanna be my wifey, but I know that she’s a hoe
I feel like **** hatin', they think that I don’t know
I pulled up in spaceship, I open up the door
They looking in amazement, but I’m living what I wrote
Yeah, I’m holy like the pope, moving music like it’s dope
Yeah, **** wanna doubt but I know something that you don’t
I told you aliens exist, you **** said I lied
Maserati Mo just pulled up in a Decepticon
I was down bad now looking upper echelon
I turn to a diamond when they try to put the pressure on
I got what you need but I never worked for Amazon
And I always gotta speak the truth like Farrakhan
I don’t know what **** really want from me
I been thinking they think I’m better off dead, okay
That’s why I keep a Mac11 on my hip, okay
I’m paranoid you see the color of my skin, okay
I don’t need to make a finsta for you to the real thing
I’m going through some real shit, bro
And she put it on my face she almost killed me, bro
There’s a reason why you **** never see me, bro
Written by: Etinosa Okunbor, Gibson Alcott
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