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Igloo
15 839
Hip-hop/Rap
Igloo est sorti le 22 mai 2020 par Paper Route EMPIRE dans le cadre de l'album Son of a Gun
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Date de sortie22 mai 2020
LabelPaper Route EMPIRE
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM63

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Key Glock
Key Glock
Rap
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Adolph Thornton
Adolph Thornton
Paroles/Composition
Krishon Gaines
Krishon Gaines
Paroles/Composition
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bandplay
Bandplay
Production

Paroles

[Intro]
Ayo, BandPlay (Ayo, BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, turn that, turn-turn that, turn that shit up in my headphones
[Instrumental]
Let the BandPlay
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm cold as a igloo
You **** softer than tissue
Trust me, you don't want no issues
I'll make sure your whole family miss you
Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots (Yuh)
Stand on my money, I'm 10'2" (Yuh)
Play with the kid, they come get you (Flex)
Come take you out like the rent's due, uh
Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let's go up
Uh, engine in the back, not the front
Yeah, bitch, that is the trunk, uh
I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah, drop top)
Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my gums (Ice)
Yeah, and my wrist a one-of-one, uh
They like, "This young **** won," uh, yeah
[Verse 1]
These hoes say that I'm the bomb, these **** is bums
Yeah, I came up from a crumb (Yeah)
Yeah I came out of them slums (Yeah), now I'm a don (Yeah)
These **** ain't did what I done (Uh-uh)
Hot and paid, dope in my lungs (Yeah), sticks and them drums
Yeah, I got guns like Saddam
Locked up ten hours, made bond (Yeah), bitch, I'm the one (Yeah)
Gettin' this cash by the ton (Yeah)
I put some ice on my mom (Ice, yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I'm a son of a gun (Son of a gun)
Yeah, I shine hot as the sun (Shine)
Diamonds wet like I jumped out the pond
Bitch, I get high as a drone
Smokin' exotic, recordin' this song
Yeah, and I just got off the phone
My bitch keep on beggin' for me to come home (Okay)
Baby, I can't 'cause I'm makin' this play
Gotta go to the bank, just save me a plate
Yeah, young **** ballin', bitch, I came a long way
I remember them days when you would shoot on the crate (Ball)
Yeah, if you ain't talkin' 'bout the money, get out my face
My gang got everything that yours ain't
Hoppin' out the dually truck, that's the Paper Route tank (Skrrt)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm cold as a igloo
You **** softer than tissue
Trust me, you don't want no issues
I'll make sure your whole family miss you
Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots
Stand on my money, I'm 10'2" (Yuh)
Play with the kid, they come get you
Come take you out like the rent's due (Uh)
Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let's go up
Uh, engine in the back, not the front
Yeah, bitch, that is the trunk, uh (Bitch)
I might drop my top just for fun
Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my gums (Ice)
Yeah, and my wrist a one-of-one, uh
They like, "This young **** won," uh, yeah
[Verse 2]
Me, yeah, I did it again, my new bitch a ten
My last ho, she gone like the wind (Yeah)
Diamonds hit hard when I grin (Ha), shop when I land (Shop)
I already came with a bag (Bag)
Most of you rap **** whack (Whack), no disrespect (Uh-uh)
I'm speakin' nothin' but facts (Facts)
I'm ballin' hard, wanna bet? (Bet) I got the check (Check)
Hit a home run, broke the bat
Outta here, this right there is solitaire (Yeah)
Jets will have you hold it like Stoudemire (Uh, yeah)
Glock, he's a lion, tiger, and a bear (Yeah)
Hood rich **** in designer gear (Yeah)
Yeah, I hopped out the car, it's a Hot Wheel (Yeah, hopped out)
Bitch, I pop opps, I don't pop pills (Yeah)
My drop camouflaged but my ice real, uh (Yeah)
They be like, "Glock, how this shit feel?" (Huh?)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm cold as a igloo
You **** softer than tissue
Trust me, you don't want no issues
I'll make sure your whole family miss you
Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots
Stand on my money, I'm 10'2"
Play with the kid, they come get you
Come take you out like the rent's due, uh
Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let's go up
Uh, engine in the back, not the front
Yeah, bitch, that is the trunk, uh (Bitch)
I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah, drop top)
Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my gums (Ice)
Yeah, and my wrist a one-of-one, uh (One)
They like, "This young **** won," uh, yeah
Written by: Krishon O'brien Gaines, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
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