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Doubletree
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Rap
Doubletree fue lanzado el 29 de mayo de 2026 por Bigger Picture Records como parte del álbum Football
album cover
ÁlbumFootball
Fecha de lanzamiento29 de mayo de 2026
Sello discográficoBigger Picture Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM75

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Monday Night
Monday Night
Intérprete
Evidence
Evidence
Programación
Marcel Crump
Marcel Crump
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Michael Taylor Perretta
Michael Taylor Perretta
Autoría
Marcel Crump
Marcel Crump
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Evidence
Evidence
Producción, Ingeniería de mezcla
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Masterización

Letra

Uh, shit
Woo, uh-huh
Woo (Gimme that), shit, ayo
I try to stay filtered, glasses stay tilted
I ash on the drapes, fuck it
Imagine estates livin' with nothin' but great company (Woo)
She a ten in the face, yeah, your bitch fuck with me
Threesome at the DoubleTree, look (Come here, mama)
Things are lookin' up for me
Used to be stuck in your bushes, I'm waitin' for your truck to leave
Know you had enough of me, look (Ha!)
It really wasn't enough of me (At all)
My bitch call me a crook, what the fuck is up with me?
Six hundred for her troubles and I booked (We outta there)
You know my life, **** (You know my life, ****)
Fuck life, I had to fight **** for thinkin' they left stronger than my right (Come here)
Been goin' to the gym longer than night
I had to get it in, your wife ain't make the cut
I tried to fit her in and skin when it got cut, it look like venison
A law-abidin' citizen
A category you can't put me in (Nah, you can't put me in)
When you dapped me, boy, I got mad annoyed
I tax you, that's statutory, now keep it trill (Now keep it trill, ****)
He don't even know me for real (Ha!)
He think he that 'cause he rap before me
But he wack, that's facts, I told him, "You need to chill" (You need to chill)
He don't even know me for real (Fuck outta here)
I hit New York for some new skeezers, a fitted
A few sneakers, you with it?
At two, I'm leavin', I'm whippin' the car, weavin' (Skrrt)
She lit with it, start geekin' (Come here, mama)
Shit, I'm raisin' the bar, reachin'
She wanna stay with the boy, sneaky (Ha)
Yo, I'ma hit you tomorrow, believe me (I'ma hit you tomorrow)
She threw up on the floor, bulimic
I had to stay on my course, the scenic (Yerr)
I try to stay filtered, glasses stay tilted
I ash on the drapes, fuck it
Imagine estates livin' with nothin' but great company (Woo)
She a ten in the face, yeah, your bitch fuck with me
Threesome at the DoubleTree, look (Ha)
Shit
Yeah, your bitch fuck with me
Threesome at the DoubleTree, look
Uh-huh
Yeah, your bitch fuck with me
Threesome at the DoubleTree, look
Written by: Marcel Crump, Michael Taylor Perretta
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