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Fleece
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Fleece fue lanzado el 28 de febrero de 2025 por Do More Records como parte del álbum I Love You Again
album cover
Fecha de lanzamiento28 de febrero de 2025
Sello discográficoDo More Records
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM80

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Robert Gill
Robert Gill
Rap
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Robert Gill
Robert Gill
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Mike Hector
Mike Hector
Producción
Mark "Kietel" Lowe
Mark "Kietel" Lowe
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

Yuh, yuh, look,
I said, pull up with the, pull up with the, pull up, shits
Ayy, straight out the window, escape from my side
Tell her anything, believe all my lies
Young ghetto ****, I put fleece on my rides
Nothin' but finesse in my vibes
**** steady talkin' like they made me so rich
I put fleece on my clothes, I got grease on my wrist
Fresh white ones, ain't no crease on them shits
Ain't no rink in my clothes, I got geese on my dick
Treat a duck like a duck, show no love to that bitch
If it's up, then it's up, leave you stuck in that bitch
Headed to the money in a rush to the shit
**** make a buck like a
**** make a buck Like a
big stick, chillin', shit like 5'2
Wanna fuck with a ****, send the eyes through
Treat my side like my main, tell her lies too
Got a problem, ain't no problem, send the guys through
**** rush a check like Kalashnikov
Bitch ain't suckin', that shit piss me off (that shit make me mad)
Entitled ass pussy, throw a **** off
**** make a buck like a
**** make a buck like a
Straight out the window, escape from my side
Tell her anything, believe all my lies
Young ghetto ****, I put fleece on my rides
Nothin' but finesse in my vibes
Straight out the window, escape from my side
Tell her anything, believe all my lies
Young ghetto ****, I put fleece on my rides
Nothin' but finesse in my vibes
**** steady talkin' like they made Reaz, Reaz
Grew up in it, homie six, leavin' **** six deep yuh
I was in a bucket, still thuggin' **** sleep
Push it in the lane like a **** 6'3
Big stick, chillin', graveyard diggin'
Wrist greased up, light it like a prism
Feed a skeez, DNA, catch it like a villain
I can't say I made it till a **** make a million
Seven figure ****, make the digit last
Do a donut in the bucket, smell the rubber drag
Fuck an op, make him suffer like a succotash
Hit it good, doze off, then we run it back
Ghetto **** lost, throw it in her shorts
Wait, don't stop suckin', that shit piss me off (that shit make me mad)
Look a leechin' ass brodie, throw a **** off
**** make a buck like a **** make a buck
Like a
Straight out the window, escape from my side
Tell her anything, believ all my lies
Young ghetto ****, I put fleece on my rides
Nothin' but finesse in my vibes
Straight out the window, escape from my side
Tell her anything, believe all my lies
Young ghetto ****, I put fleece on my rides
Nothin' but finesse in my vibes
Written by: Robert Gill
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