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Iris
32
Hip-Hop/Rap
Iris fue lanzado el 6 de junio de 2019 por Zotiyac under exclusive license to Amuseio AB como parte del álbum Collateral Damage
album cover
Fecha de lanzamiento6 de junio de 2019
Sello discográficoZotiyac under exclusive license to Amuseio AB
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM70

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Zotiyac
Zotiyac
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Cortez Young
Cortez Young
Composición

Letra

I will make your corpse dance
Roll the gas, aromatic cigars
Asian bitch, yeah she look like Mulan
Uppin that .40 them hollows go far
Ronny bust it convert from a Glock
24 **** out there like props
Don't believe it, eyes always on watch
Trappin', movin', school wasn't on clock
In the hall, had the zip in my sock
Fuck all that wolfing, I don't be jeffing
If you ain't pushin', fuck is you pressin'
**** be federal, askin' me questions
I give a fuck if I made an impression ****
That MP, Smith and Wesson ****
Don't try to run I'ma catch a ****
Stretch a ****
Wreck a ****
Turn your intestines to sections, ****
Ayy, this competition, we gon' wipe you like mops
We start from nothing, how we headed on top
These **** bluffin', get the fist to the Glock
Descend in that darkness, creep for the opps
Cut the scene now we see who to lock
Money missions, I be servin' on spot
So now the moving, rolling gas in hotbox
Hop in the street, and **** get shot
Man, this **** a ho
I ain't even hittin' no folks
Nah I ain't kiddin' tho bro
It don't take shit to get smoked
When I get the pole, I got control
He gotta go, he a John Doe
Totin' a 4, but that's just so you know
If you get bold, then I let it go
Period, a lot of you **** delirious
How wet your bitch pussy, I'm curious
She said she love you, believe it, ****
Ayy, I don't like ****
I'd rather fight ****
Nah, fuck that I'd rather just end the shit quicker
Lets get this shit over
And head to the river
The body was floatin', yo' head in the river
Yo' brothers got you, believe it, ****
Ayy, **** you buying our lyrics
Pussy ****, yeah, we see through your spirit
Hop in the bag, or hop out your feelings
We gon get money keep stackin' the ceiling
Rob you for pounds, stop wit' the dealing
Off of two Xanax, don't know what I'm thinkin'
Lines to the TEC, ****, know what I'm drinkin'
He thought I was slow
That boy ain't even know
Ayy, one up top **** I don't cock and load it
Fuckin' wit' me then your skull get exploded
I got a **** who ready to ice shit
Think he be fuckin' wit' ISIS
Come through crashin' cars in a crisis
Up a full mag and let that hit your Iris, bitch
Written by: Cortez Young
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