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Weeks
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Weeks est sorti le 29 octobre 2020 par Bread Winners' Association dans le cadre de l'album Weeks - Single
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Date de sortie29 octobre 2020
LabelBread Winners' Association
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM164

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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Chant
Boi-1da
Boi-1da
Programmation
Vinylz
Vinylz
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Paroles/Composition
Alexander Izquierdo
Alexander Izquierdo
Paroles/Composition
Anderson Hernandez
Anderson Hernandez
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Paroles/Composition
Zulema Cusseaux
Zulema Cusseaux
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Boi-1da
Boi-1da
Production
Vinylz
Vinylz
Production

Paroles

[Verse 1]
I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
'Cause I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (God of the streets)
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my ****
Wonder why my heart cold, **** soul got the shivers
Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Chains off in weeks)
Love that shit, too big to be discreet (Be discreet)
[Verse 2]
He tried to set me up in Dallas, broke into his own car (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
He not knowin' that I'm psychic, and I glow in the dark
Lied on us while in Houston, we got throwed in the cross
Sidesteppin' 'fore he could set me, punch a hole in my heart (Ha)
Cold quarantine game, I looked over your flaws
Big god, sellin' raw and I'm controllin' the cost (Ugh)
[Verse 3]
Diamonds on my neck, that's a symbol of success
Run you up a check, you gon' die for your respect
Cautious who you entertain, they could be a threat
Out of pocket, pull up (Brrt), on you, leave you somewhere stretched (Stretched)
Artificial dealings, all my visions then got clearer
I cross one in the mirror, I can feel it in my spirit (Ooh)
[Verse 4]
I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
'Cause I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (God of the streets)
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my ****
Wonder why my heart cold, **** soul got the shivers
Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Chains off in weeks)
Love that shit, too big to be discreet (Be discreet)
[Verse 5]
G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag
C-note, C-note
Brrt-brrt, so much machine smoke
Ooh, only ones that ride on side me are the ones willin' to die though
[Verse 6]
Nuh-uh, keep it underwater, let it breathe
Right there
[Verse 7]
Just got this brand new thing (Grrt), and then exchange when the shots fired
Reportin' live, with the Glock .9, by the stop sign
Recordin' live, bitch, I'm in the studio right now
In Carolina, you could pull up on me right now
[Verse 8]
We outside, yeah
Hol' up, pour up, I glisten hard, my earrings, dawg
This for Mazzi, Rollie, I never take my chain off
Never talkin', I give that, already take your brain off
Quarter milli' glist', then I wiped it on my wrist
He be shootin' shots at Brasi but his posture not like this, bitch
[Verse 9]
I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
'Cause I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (God of the streets)
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my **** (Arms of my ****)
Wonder why my heart cold, **** soul got the shivers
Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Chains off in weeks)
Love that shit, too big to be discreet (Be discreet)
[Verse 10]
G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag
C-note, C-note
(Brrt-brrt) So much machine smoke
G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag
C-note, C-note
(Brrt-brrt) So much machine smoke
Written by: Marcellus Kevin Gates, Matthew Samuels, Anderson Hernandez, Alexander Izquierdo, Zulema Cusseaux
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