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6IX9INE "Kooda" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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INTERPRÉTATION
6ix9ine
6ix9ine
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andrew Green
Andrew Green
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Hernandez
Daniel Hernandez
Paroles/Composition
Paul Penso
Paul Penso
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Wizard Lee Weinberg
Wizard Lee Weinberg
Ingénierie de mixage
Christian Ehigiator
Christian Ehigiator
Production déléguée
Flamm
Flamm
Production
Koncept P
Koncept P
Production

Paroles

Scum Gang Niggas runnin' out their mouth, but they never pop out I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang We gon' pull up, nigga, ¡ándale!, on sangre We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands Shit, my pockets on a runnin' man, fuck a rubberband I'ma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan, man Need the drugs, I'm the Xan' man, I'm the damn man I roll up, I'm gon' be booted, stupid, and shoot it stupid Brought a knife, I brought a Ruger, stupid, I really do this If I tote it then you know I shoot it and I'ma prove it Back, back, don't be movin' stupid or I'ma use it (squad) Dicky stiffy, uh, bet she give some licky, uh Lil' bitty, uh, bust all on her titties, uh She a skeezer, uh, really don't need her, uh Bust then I leave her, uh, she a little eater, uh Get back, kickback, blow your shit back, uh Rip that, take that, flip that, send that, uh .223 hit, where your clothes at? Uh Scum Gang 'bout that Fendi, fin-act, uh Niggas runnin' out their mouth, but they never pop out I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang We gon' pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on sangre (it's Koncept P, the beat knockin') We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today You can talk hot on the internet, boy That's that goofy shit, we ain't into that, boy Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil' boy You can talk hot on the internet, boy That's that goofy shit, we ain't into that, boy Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil' boy Niggas runnin' out their mouth, but they never pop out I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang We gon' pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on sangre We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today
Writer(s): Andrew Green, Daniel Hernandez, Paul Penso Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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