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which one
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Hip-Hop/Rap
which one fue lanzado el 5 de mayo de 2023 por Opium/Interscope como parte del álbum If Looks Could Kill
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Fecha de lanzamiento5 de mayo de 2023
Sello discográficoOpium/Interscope
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM129

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Carter Bryson
Carter Bryson
Autoría
Corey Kerr
Corey Kerr
Autoría
Thomas Ross
Thomas Ross
Autoría
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
CADE
CADE
Producción
Carter Bryson
Carter Bryson
Producción
Clayco
Clayco
Producción
Ssor.t
Ssor.t
Producción
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
Ingeniería de mezcla, Ingeniería de grabación
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
Masterización

Letra

[Chorus]
I come in when they waking up, my twin sliding by, he'll take your money
All these **** said they making money, but honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothing, that bitch keep fronting, my Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing, dawg
All this codeine help my numbness, pop a G6 Molly and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don't do the loving, I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty
It's a drink party, we don't go to no parties, all these pints, it's a top floor pharmacy
I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs and all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
I'm tryna figure out which one love me, I'm tryna figure out which one trust me
[Verse 1]
My chain keep swinging, my gang keep ganging, my bitch come through like all the time
All I see is dollar signs, my brand new shades Balenciaga
All these clothes, I got Vetements problems, yes, I'm the **** that made "No Stylist"
I go shopping, no personal shopper, ain't nobody touching my swag
I got way too much weed, too much drank in my bag, don't touch that bag
I get way too high, I'm jet-lagged, and your bitch jet-lagged
I just keep on going back to back with these hits, and with this swag
We just keep on going back to back, and honestly, I'm tryna bag ya
I keep a FN right on my hip, make a pussy **** backup
I go rockstar raver cowboy, and I put my weed in tobacco
I use my tennis chains as lasso, most of these bitches just some gnat hoes
I had to switch out my last ho, I'm not the **** from last year
[Chorus]
I come in when they waking up, my twin sliding by, he'll take your money
All these **** said they making money, but honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothing, that bitch keep fronting, my Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing, dawg
All this codeine help my numbness, pop a G6 Molly and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don't do the loving, I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty
It's a drink party, we don't go to no parties, all these pints, it's a top floor pharmacy
I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs and all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
I'm tryna figure out which one love me, I'm tryna figure out which one trust me
[Verse 2]
All this shit can get ugly, I put a mask on, I'm not ugly
I just been counting up all this money, I just bene counting up all this money
She said I smell good when she hug me, I think she smell good when she hug me
Can't let a broke bitch touch me, can't let a broke **** touch me
Can't let a opp **** touch me, my diamonds polished, and yours are rusty
My diamonds raining, I use the umbrella from out of the doors of a Cullinan (Yeah)
Her pussy raining, I use the umbrella from out of the doors of a Cullinan (Yeah)
Backseat roll up another one, back seat, I pour up another cup
I'm a lil' killer, I came to kill and honestly, it's gettin' scary, man
I might be the flyest in America, tell these fuck **** try it, I'm daring him
I'm the best and it ain't no comparison, if she call me one time, I'm there
If my brother call me, yeah, I'm there, I put the platinum all in my hair, rockstar yeah, oh, yeah
[Chorus]
I come in when they waking up, my twin sliding by, he'll take your money
All these **** said they making money, but honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothing, that bitch keep fronting, my Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing, dawg
All this codeine help my numbness, pop a G6 Molly and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don't do the loving, I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty
It's a drink party, we don't go to no parties, all these pints, it's a top floor pharmacy
I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs and all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
I'm tryna figure out which one love me, I'm tryna figure out which one trust me
Written by: Bobby Sandmanie, Carter Bryson, Corey Kerr, Thomas Ross
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