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Litty
4,994
Hip-Hop/Rap
Litty fue lanzado el 25 de diciembre de 2024 por Vulture Love/Capitol Records como parte del álbum Gift For The Streets
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Fecha de lanzamiento25 de diciembre de 2024
Sello discográficoVulture Love/Capitol Records
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM80

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Rap
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Autoría
Ryan Prieur
Ryan Prieur
Autoría
Cameron Rochte
Cameron Rochte
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Killshot
Killshot
Producción
ROCK-Tee
ROCK-Tee
Producción
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Ingeniería de mezcla
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Masterización
Rocktee Beats
Rocktee Beats
Producción

Letra

[Intro]
I know you feel me 'cause when you with me, we be litty like–
We be so litty, baby
Yeah, when you with me, we be so—
When you with me, we be so litty
[Verse 1]
I know you feel me 'cause when you with me, we so litty like the ice in my cup
It's been a minute since I got tipsy, but tonight I'm gettin' white-boy drunk
I'm wasted, I'm wasted
I was fightin' with my snipes, came in the club, back then, wasn't even old enough
I was cheatin' on her with you, but now it's your turn, you wanna be the only one
Bitch crazy, this bitch crazy
I'm crazy, somebody save me
She crazy, say she wanna murder every bitch that I fucked
Locked up far away, I wasn't gay, still put everything in my butt
My OG told me that the **** who be hatin' on me can't wait 'til I jump
I ain't even gotta tell my lady, she know to be naked, talkin' 'bout as soon as I come
And, baby, I don't need your food at night, cutie pie, you be my lunch
She tasty, she hate me
That money changed me, how could you blame me?
Bae, show no weapons, metal detector wherever I'm at, nobody got tools besides us
All these steppers turned tattletalers, shit get scary, I'm like, "Who can I trust"?
No one, absolutely no one
You want the black truck, send her a 4Runner
You watch your mind, ho, you just my kind, though
As soon I send a **** to the moon, I get my honey and I tuck
I ain't never let you out my cocoon, this that butterfly luck
I'm on that lean, dancin' on a beanbag, next thing you know and I'm stuck
Why hide and seek his ass? I'm tryna play freeze tag, I think homicide fun
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, that's three digits in a row
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, that's three **** in a row
Tic, tac, toe, I click that pole
Tic, tac, toe, I click that pole
This that yo', bitch, let me get that lo'
He dead, Simon says, "What he said"?
I'm swingin' with that stick like recess
Fucked up in the head, I need meds, R.I.P. to X
My lil' smacker cracker watch his back, he next
Nike Tech, ski mask, fuck them hoes, we got team back
I'm like Diddy in my city, think he bad till I need ask
Written by: Bill K. Kapri, Cameron Rochte, Joel Puente, Ryan Prieur
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