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Rawar
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Rawar fue lanzado el 3 de diciembre de 2021 por Die Sieben Steine Inc. como parte del álbum Money Bags
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Fecha de lanzamiento3 de diciembre de 2021
Sello discográficoDie Sieben Steine Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM77

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
aroomfullofmirrors
aroomfullofmirrors
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Earlee Riser
Earlee Riser
Autoría
Hari Bhatt
Hari Bhatt
Composición
Ichiban Don
Ichiban Don
Autoría
Billymaree Duffy
Billymaree Duffy
Composición
Daylyt
Daylyt
Autoría
Punch
Punch
Autoría
William Brown
William Brown
Composición
Eric Crumes
Eric Crumes
Composición
Nick Grant
Nick Grant
Autoría
Jrias Law
Jrias Law
Composición
Davon Campbell
Davon Campbell
Letra
Nicholas Grant
Nicholas Grant
Composición
Terrence Henderson
Terrence Henderson
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Hari Bhatt
Hari Bhatt
Producción

Letra

Fuck what you heard, my **** lethal
The wars don't end, but this ain't peaceful
Namaste, we make you eagles
Swear to God this shit illegal (Now hold up)
O-Okay
Oh yeah, there he go, yeah, it's me, ho, I'm a talkin', walkin' kilo
Snort some blow, go blow your nose, ho, that boy cold as below zero
Big Punchino and his people hoppin' out that four-door Regal
Desert Eagle to your Pico, easy money, ****, free throw
Make sure you keep close, better not speak code, make a peep, you die a snitch
We come in peace, peep out the mole then make a peephole through your chest
Wearin' a peacoat over the vest, most of they heroes more or less
Talk to them people, they confessed, the G code is in distress
I run through these hoes like Emmitt, I squeeze to the barrel
Whistle at you and your missus, ****, we workin', no slowin' business
Yeah, no GMO or gimmicks, my flow like that dope, just mix it
Please don't make me show the straps like Urkel with both suspenders
Nah, y'all **** not familiar, La Cosa Nostra business, bruh
Professional corner-benders, uh, prepare for coroner visits (Yeah)
Prepare for warmer temperatures, mix a ****, I am a chemist
Prickin' our fingers, draw blood 'til you get the picture
Yeah, shoot a hole through your door like a peephole, amigo
Fred Segal, shop until we Seal, fly like an eagle
All my friends illegal, gettin' to the green like Cee-Lo
My Latinos call me "chivo", I'm the GOAT, dope rico
We know we slaves in this picture, drink pitchers of Kool-Aid
Who gave me these Scriptures' promises? Mama raisin' me Christian
K's raisin' for cripping, went to school in the kitchens
Caskets and suit and ties, L.A. Unified School District
Blue district, two district, nah, you restricted from thinking, no learning shit
Shot, eyes closed, cats permanent blinking
Oral surgery leakin', its peak performance got the infirmary reachin'
Mass capacity, blasphemy, get it jumpin' like a deacon
The rose that grew from the cement, don't close the door, let a freak in
This Benz is so big and sexy, I call that bitch Queen Latifah
Can't creep in our sessions, sleepin', put beatings on 'em, we eat 'em
Heart beatin' strong as a torpedo, seekin' hunger, no warning
Yeah, shoot a hole through your door like a peephole, amigo
Fred Segal, shop until we Seal, fly like an eagle
All my friends illegal, gettin' to the green like cee-lo
My Latinos call me "chivo", I'm the GOAT, dope rico
Uh, we ain't done, we form like Voltron
SOCOM, army like SOCOM, I'm so Saddam
I'm so Nagasaki with the flow, Hiroshima bomb
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head gone
Written by: Billymaree Duffy, Davon Campbell, Daylyt, Earlee Riser, Eric Crumes, Hari Bhatt, Ichiban Don, Jrias Law, Lyric Michelle, Nicholas Grant, Nick Grant, Punch, Terrence Henderson, William Brown
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