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Right now (ft. Solid Ken)
Hip-Hop/Rap
Right now (ft. Solid Ken) fue lanzado el 5 de junio de 2024 por SolidDaLabel como parte del álbum Solid Forever
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Fecha de lanzamiento5 de junio de 2024
Sello discográficoSolidDaLabel
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM70

Créditos

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Alphonso Wright
Alphonso Wright
Autoría
Kenyon Braboy
Kenyon Braboy
Autoría

Letra

Fuck that shit, **** speakin' on my name Till he get hit with that switch
I don't think this shit a game, cause we known to send a blitz
Call up bro to spin that bitch, he their brother too
If you catch that fuck **** in traffic, you know what to do
I ain't never lackin', I'm in public with my Glock
**** try this shit at five, then he get spent by six o'clock
Tell that pussy drop a dot, **** really run and hide
Put his ass up in the pot, make that **** feel that fire
I been in the streets, everyday I'm tryna make it right
I can't barely sleep, tryna run this shit up day and night
Bitch keep blowin' up my phone, ho shut up I'm on the dice
Got this shit up on my own, **** hate but it's alright
Since a youngin' I was thuggin', I was in them streets for real
Used to take cause I ain't have nothin', **** don't know how that feel
**** switchin' on they partner, boy you know that shit ain't real
I ain't ditchin' on no song, bitch you can't catch me in that field
Ridin' black truck, supercharged with five percent
Havin' racks, I'm havin' motion, you can tell Jay by my fit
I ain't gotta lie bout shit, poppin' shit, Jay like some grits
Everyday I'm tastin' paper on my life, I ain't never quit
Fuck that shit, **** speakin' on my name
Till he get hit with that sweat
Jay don't think this shit a game
Cause we known to send the blitz
Call up bro to spin that bitch, he their brother too
If you catch that fuck **** in traffic, you know what to do
I ain't never lackin', I'm in public with my Glock
**** try this shit at five, then he get spent by six o'clock
Tell that pussy drop or die, **** really run that high
Put his ass up in the pot, make that **** feel that fire
Up and slappin' with that steel, you can get killed like for real
When you smoke, I ain't got no chill, might touch a mill without a deal
Talk my dog to keep it real, we be rockin' in that field
So I hit the lights, go up the hill, but I can't help the way I live
Talk that pussy, boy, spin back, girl, you can't slide on us
Hope your bitch ain't know this ain't no cap
How many guns I bust, so many times I lust
So many freaks I fuck, every time a **** head up fast
Swear to God I buck
Swear to God I buck
Written by: Alphonso Wright, Kenyon Braboy
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