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Back 2 Da Basics
194
Hip-Hop/Rap
Back 2 Da Basics fue lanzado el 21 de junio de 2024 por SB Nation como parte del álbum Pressure
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ÁlbumPressure
Fecha de lanzamiento21 de junio de 2024
Sello discográficoSB Nation
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM97

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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Johnathan R Burt
Johnathan R Burt
Autoría

Letra

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Hmm
Back to the basics
I mean, back to the basement
Got that paper on my mind, I gotta chase it
Hit a **** with this fin, give him a facelift
Wocky in my cup, lil' mama wanna taste it
All them feelings that I had, I erased 'em
You gon' know when it's your time, have patience
Fuck around and turn that boy into a patient
Yeah
Fresh than a bitch, jumpin' out a spaceship
When I was pourin' drank, we got them bitches by the cases
Trappin' all month, in the joggy in some Asics
I got some shit I wanna say, just turn the beat up
These **** hatin' while I'm somewhere with my feet up
I'm a petty-ass ****, get your baby mama beat up
Pull this dick out and tell a bitch to eat up
I was chosen, Hutch water got a **** frozen
Freezin', baby give me top, then I'm leavin'
Believe this, if she fuck me, that's an achievement
Right pocket all blues, my shit cheesy
I gave these thugs motivation like I'm Jeezy
Pop my motherfuckin' collar, please believe me
Drop a tape in one day, this shit easy
Could leave if I wanted to, this shit need me
Hmm, fuck some rap shit, bitch, I'm really up
They gon' talk, they gon' hate, I don't give a fuck
Born and raised in the slums, boy, I'm really cut
Back to back in them 'Cats, tear the city up
Fuck some rap shit, bitch, I'm really up
They gon' talk, they gon' hate, I don't give a fuck
Born and raised in the slums, boy, I'm really cut
Back to back in them 'Cats, tear the city up
Baby say hello to the plug
I was wearin' Rick when **** ain't know what the fuck it was
'Bout to drop another tape just because
Tell a bitch that, "I love you", but I know it was the drugs
Tried to leave the bitch alone, but she keep callin'
Give a fuck about these ****, I'ma keep ballin'
I've been made it to the finish line, I just kept joggin'
A ho gon' be a ho when the streets callin'
Family stabbed me in my back with the same knife
We used to cut the cake with, damn, bro, that's fake shit
Same **** I used to call twin, countin' pape with
Weird **** doin' fuck shit I can't relate to
I got a couple Crip bitches out in Cali
She gon' pull up soon as I drop the addy
Nah, it ain't no lil' loss, I ain't mad at all
She don't want no Percocet, she want Adderall
Mmm, fuck some rap shit, bitch, I'm really up
They gon' talk, they gon' hate, I don't give a fuck
Born and raised in the slums, boy, I'm really cut
Back to back in them 'Cats, tear the city up
Fuck some rap shit, bitch, I'm really up
They gon' talk, they gon' hate, I don't give a fuck
Born and raised in the slums, boy, I'm really cut
Back to back in them 'Cats, tear the city up
Written by: Johnathan R Burt
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