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Avoid Traffic
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Avoid Traffic fue lanzado el 7 de febrero de 2025 por New 11 Records como parte del álbum Back Ta Business
album cover
Fecha de lanzamiento7 de febrero de 2025
Sello discográficoNew 11 Records
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM89

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Deonte Gaines
Deonte Gaines
Rap
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Deonte Gaines
Deonte Gaines
Letra
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Prodbysonny
Prodbysonny
Producción

Letra

Huh
I think they finna stop this shit
I'm tellin' all the CEO's off this shit
(Grr) huh, huh, huh, uh, uh
And Trish keep that shit there, I just put that on
Go, go, huh, huh, huh
You get to tellin' people, say you actin' different
Bitch, I turned you up, tell 'em how you got laid in the city
Y'all was goin' to school, I played the block, bitch, I was in that kitchen
Mixed the Yola with the dish detergent, I wasn't doin' dishes
Y'all was chasin' hoes, I wasn't even thinkin' 'bout no bitches
Just a young dirty **** outside tryna get some chicken
Bitch, I'm famous in my trenches or the Jets, that's the same thing, bitch
All them diamonds on your neck, bitch, them my same chains, bitch
I had to put 'em through a test 'cause **** change lanes quick
Said, "**** change gangs quick, you a dick, eat up"
I keep wastin' lean up out my bottle, bitch, that shit leakin'
I can't leave my sister or my mama 'cause they still need me
Oh, no, I think the police guy behind me gon' swallow
Bitch, I just popped a Benz and I'm out my body, oh, no
Mr. Perc' you said to lean up with the molly, oh, no
Bitch, I'm booty, bitch, I'm leanin', bitch, I'm noddin', oh, no
Bitch, I'm bold, bomb, bitch
You won't never catch me with no broke down dumb bitch
If folks give us the attitude, we gon' pull up, slump shit
I don't fuck with my daddy, ain't no good luck, fuck him
And watch these ****, 'bout these bitches, they be suckers
She a fucker, make 'em shake your hand and call that man her brother
Fuck that bitch, got diamonds in my chains, they look like classics
Pop your shit, they VVS, I know you see 'em bossin', huh?
I got some kids around the city that look up to me
I had to cut the ties with all the shit that didn't do much for me
Bitch, I'm from the trenches, shit ain't pretty, it get ugly
When my folks do in bed, they hit my phone and put they trust in me
Huh, go bitch
I'm still takin' trips and standin' on my toes, bitch
I'm in LAX and don't know where to go, bitch
Yeah, I'm lost, bitch
Made my lawyer probably cost more than your car, bitch
Huh, I'm in Nevada, I'm doin' a dash, I'm gettin' car sick
Damn, I hate a stupid bitch that yellin' like the star shit
(Rrr, bitch) That's that motherfuckin' scat pack
I been on a new page, why the fuck would I go backtrack?
Damn, bitch, we trap-packed
Don't try to swing this bitch, or that's on bro, your ass get clapped at
Make my young **** slide and put your fuckin' cap back
Rrr, slide and put your fuckin' cap back
Rrr, go
Huh (shit, Sonny)
Huh (huh, oh no)
Huh (oh no, oh no)
Written by: Deonte Gaines
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