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Tints (Freestyle)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Tints (Freestyle) dirilis pada 26 Januari 2024 oleh AAMP Media sebagai bagian dari album Tints (Freestyle) - Single
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Tanggal Rilis26 Januari 2024
LabelAAMP Media
BahasaEnglish
Melodiksi
Level Akustik
Valence
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Energi
BPM78

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tristen A Rodriguez
Tristen A Rodriguez
Songwriter
Jordan Batie
Jordan Batie
Songwriter

Lirik

Riding round the city, windows tinted, can't even see my face
Police out, we cut the lights, v12 so you can't see the plates
Big whip something scary, way it rolls so ghostly call it Casper
I don't discriminate, like bitches all natural or with some plastic
Blowing gas so loud it sound like 12s up in a honda civic
Pray at night to drip, I woke in chrome and some true religions
Bitches fuck with me cause I ain't your average or typical
My voice get different on these track cause I be feelin sinister
Bow your head and pray to god, he give forgiveness but I don't
Walked a thousand miles in all y'all **** shoes and still ain't broke
Think I'll stand the test of time, I know that y'all think I'm a joke
Shit don't anger me, they envy me, I'll pop em like some toast
I like pretty bitches, no makeup, and nails to match their toes
I ain't tryna shop unless it's on rodeo or Melrose
Hear my name, it's ringing bells everywhere, amber alerts
I got the world up on my shoulders, squat 600, Mr. Hurts
You **** prey to me, the biggest bird, I'll scout you like a hawk
Gotham city, I'm the mask that's lurking in the dark
It's a pity, wanna see me, it might cost yo ass a band
Any conversation after that ain't cordial, we ain't friends
Got the keys another pair to match
I made it out no scratch
Need the cash, go straight to the stash, I'm leaving with it fast
Duffel bags, all with keys and latch, exclusive with the batch
Like going fishing, no release we catch, we growing too attached
Ran that check up, tracking meet but we ain't passing shit but gas
Highway speeding, I'm a demon, I'll be damned I let 'em pass
It's just me, I'm sliding solo, late at night don't need a mask
Metal tucked that inside pocket like a drinker with a flask
All these blues is on my body look like bruises on my racks
Know the set, like Ethernet, we well connected never lag
You'd think JROTC the way we waving all our flags
It's just us, it's never them we got to riches from the rags
All my wifeys moving Spicy I don't answer shit they ask
All my whips got pinkin' slips I got the proof we trading tags
Seen a lotta dudes too comfy, lucky ain't meet me in the past
It ain't nun to straighten it out like we was ironing some slacks
See they coping, with my fortune and my token
I was broke they left me broken
Needed help they left me hoping
I was down bad on my ass they didn't care or didn't notice
Now the watch is presidential, I ain't talking bout no POTUS
Written by: Jordan Batie, Tristen A Rodriguez
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