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Wick Flow
7,256
Hip-Hop/Rap
Wick Flow fue lanzado el 4 de junio de 2021 por Works by OTB Masters como parte del álbum Suave Season
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Fecha de lanzamiento4 de junio de 2021
Sello discográficoWorks by OTB Masters
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM70

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Gene Clemetson
Gene Clemetson
Autoría

Letra

Knock off his top, we don't shoot where his socks at
Said he gon' pop, **** know we gon' pop back
Scored me a pint, you know I'm on the block back (for real, yeah)
Snow bunny, I'm finna hit it and hop back (can)
Kick down ya door, ****, you better lock that (whoo)
With the gang eatin' up, know that we got racks (for real, huh)
These **** foe, yeah, they wan' be my enemy
See the Rick in my feet if you're in the vicinity
Ten toes, times ten, motherfuckin' centipede (for real, yeah)
I spent a week in LA, the crib came with amenities (yeah)
Know that you get to my chicken, no Kennedy (yo)
Trackhawk Jeep finna dust ya Infinity (fuck, bro)
**** said that I'm too lit for the industry
Measure the Wock', mix it up like it's chemistry
Count up the racks, you know I get like ten a week
My city love me, they said, "I'm the ticket" (yeah)
Touch down with the pack, so you know I'ma flip it
She's throwin' the jatty, she want me to grip it
My Balenci denim, she wanna unzip 'em (zip, uh, yeah)
You talk down on me, I pop out with the chrome
Hit a lick, can't be tracked, so we won't take your phone (hello)
Then we hop at the window, we hop at your home (yeah)
Said, I pop an RP, jammin', I'm up in my zone
Off the 42, this not Patrón
You say, you're my brother, switch up, then I'm leaving you 'lone
**** fake, but I'm already knowin'
(Come on now)
Knock off his top, we don't shoot where his socks at
Said he gon' pop, **** know we gon' pop back
Scored me a pint, you know I'm on the block back (for real, yeah)
Snow bunny, I'm finna hit it and hop back (can)
Kick down ya door, ****, you better lock that (whoo)
With the gang eatin' up, know that we got racks (for real, huh)
These **** foe, yeah, they wan' be my enemy
See the Rick in my feet if you're in the vicinity
Ten toes, times ten, motherfuckin' centipede (for real, yeah)
I spent a week in LA, the crib came with amenities (yeah)
Know that you get to my chicken, no Kennedy (yo)
Trackhawk Jeep finna dust ya Infinity (fuck, bro)
Written by: Gene Clemetson
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