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Sob
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sob fue lanzado el 22 de enero de 2023 por Strangers At Home como parte del álbum Breaking Bad
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Fecha de lanzamiento22 de enero de 2023
Sello discográficoStrangers At Home
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM83

Video musical

Video musical

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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Garry Don Richardson
Garry Don Richardson
Autoría

Letra

I put that shit on God
Babe my shit is hard
Morbidly obese
That mean I'm living large
I park whores like cars
They all in my garage
I give them no breaks
And they never starve
I was chilling in the sticks of Sip
Sometimes it's the small things
That I never forget
Sometimes it's the large things
That be hard to remember
Plus I'm lighting up this fire
And they die in the embers
Baby I'm that niggy
Unequivocally
That fucker tried but
Even cancer couldn't kill me
I shove it down your throat
I will not spoon feed the real me
I'm playing like I'm trump tight
No matter what they deal me
You ain't never had nothing like this
Go on ask my mama
I'm a cold son bitch
You ain't never had nothing like this
Go on ask my mama
I'm a cold son
Shit is real now
Before I was dreaming it
First they was saying my name
And now they screaming it
I thought them **** was hard
Why ain't they bringing it
Meanwhile I'm fucking shit up
My ding-a-ling in it
Really what you got to bitch about
Hit a route
Do not take no shit from nobody
Baby just give it out
I got some nasty in my mouth
I'm bout to spit it out
Little **** you can keep your bitch
But Ima pimp out
I don't know when to quit
Don't even know what that is
If I said I'm coming in
Then get ready for jizz
Everybody know my name
That's why you hearing the cheers
Bitches give me hard licks
And you can't get a beer
You ain't never had nothing like this
Go on ask my mama
I'm a cold son bitch
You ain't never had nothing like this
Go on ask my mama
I'm a cold son bitch
Written by: Garry Don Richardson
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