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Lag Method
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Lag Method 31 अक्टूबर 2025 को BLADEDIRL द्वारा एल्बम Lag Method - Single के एक भाग के रूप में रिलीज़ किया गया था
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एल्बमLag Method - Single
रिलीज़ की तारीख31 अक्टूबर 2025
लेबलBLADEDIRL
भाषाएंEnglish
मधुरता
ध्वनिकता
वेलेंस
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BPM77

क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blatanese
Blatanese
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
CJ Kerlegon
CJ Kerlegon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blatanese
Blatanese
Engineer

गाने

Splat
Run up a bag, my **** be sprintin
Talk, talk to the glock, yea the bullets be glitchin
I been cookin' too much, put the stu in the kitchen
Def, defan the world, **** really don't listen
Google the crome, it came with an extension
I don't know why that bitch got me in mentions
Broke up with a bitch, at her best my invention
Rippin' the fuck out the beat like a bong
Pull up to the telly, but nobody home
Kaash, kaash on the same paige as my heart
But swear to God, this shit not a love song
Gotta, gotta start seein' the bitches, I got that love shit
Really don't last too long
Gotta, gotta link up with the plug today
Dead **** i'm smokin', they hit too strong
White bitch in the back, booted off Molly
**** got hit with that whatchamacallit
Coach, coach put me in ****, knew I was ballin
Scope, scope on the Gen 5, ****, went optic
Caught me a hat, I don't know how to top it
Kill, kill yourself, ****, use that logic
Determine your fate when I reach in my pocket
Back of the Glock, maywhether it's boxin
If I was a demon, lil' bladed, be Muzan
I told that lil' bitch that my jimmy want Neutron
Fuck is your name, lil' bitch, I was too gone
I'm finna slide down that block, I got two guns
Whack you, all of my **** gon' whack you
He wanted beef, so we gave that boy Wagyu
Sleave on metal, but it's not a tattoo
Stay with the Mack and my **** gon' bag you
How the fuck **** ain't knowin'
Lil' bladed, I'm knowin' I'm overly hard
When I'm off of the bar, lil' kobe got ARP
Out the sunroof, flippin' the car
Out of this world, ****, I been a star
Smokin' that thrax, ****, somewhere on mars
Finger the bitch like I'm playin' guitars
Burn up the beat, lil' bladed gon' char
Stay with that stick, ****, I'm really clutchin
I got me a drum on that bitch like percussion
That bullet gon' hit him, I don't do no touch, ****
Fuck on my bitch, ****, got shot for bustin
I take off a ear, ****, bladed been trumpin
My bitch wanna leave me for somethin' it wasn't
Was a band kid, ****, I came through pumpin
That bullet a mouthpiece, hearin' the trumpets
Splat, ****, this not your game
Grab me a hat, ****, I'm finna claim
If I pop me a perk, ****, Kurt Cobain
Bullets hit him and his shirt gon' stain
Tupac shit, ****, wanted some change
Last bitch, swear to God, she not the same
Make a **** disappear, David Blaine
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Come on, ****
I be losing my top on these ****
I be here losing my top on these ****
I be here losing my top on these ****
Ya
Spatt
Written by: CJ Kerlegon
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