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Grab Bag
80
Hip-Hop/Rap
Grab Bag è stato pubblicato il 11 maggio 2018 da Blu Boi Muusic come parte dell'album Grab Bag - Single
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Data di uscita11 maggio 2018
EtichettaBlu Boi Muusic
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM67

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TKO
TKO
Songwriter

Testi

All day... grind mode
All shade... no convo
Get money... pronto
God king... el diablo
Standup rappers comical
Body blows abdominal
They like domino, crash and burn
Pros dont roll witta amateur
Not dope? not a fan a urs
See me climbin, has to burn
Repeat, they be like damn it works
Catchin feelins, has to hurt
Lose my number, lost yours
Features fee's gone cost more
No longer, my growin hunger
So stronger, iron monger
Iron lung with bicep armor
Cyro froze, I'ma call for summer
Winter solider, tell me who colder
Whipper snappers, im 10 yrs older
Ugh... call the gods to the big table
Call it off less you won go and get fatal
Wita boss take a loss do the kid favors
Pop off and get tossed that's a bit fable
All I ever wanted was 100 now I got it
All these negros stuntin not 100 need to stop it
I got it, I get it, I want it, I grab it
You want it, you didnt, you waited
I have it
**** be rappin baby
Man you cant stop these **** from rap its crazy
All a this wack shit lately startin to change me
**** be rappin baby
Man you cant stop these **** from rap its crazy
All a this wack shit lately startin to change me
I gota go and get that bag
I gota go and get that bag
I gota go and get that bag
Cuz you know i want this shit that bad
I gota go and get that bag
I gota go and get that bag
I gota go and get that bag
Cuz you know i want this shit that bad
Dope boy cuz I got the key
Open doors no cops to stop me
Hip hop it got me, like cupid shot me
Thats stupid prolly but I knew it had me
Rappers wana battle me
I aint gota prove shit now the muthafucka actin mad at me
Hittem wita flawless fatality
It hada be the drugs gota **** comin after Gene
Jealousy prolly has to be, for no reason
Im breathing its sad to see
A grown man wana benefit crashin me
Gone be another casualty
Where i gota call the homie gota go and get the gasoline
Take a ride to a lake, crash the V
Stash the keys, call the guy... blood to clean
And thats fiction to some degree but go ahead and try and fuck wit me
On a thursday type of shit i dont need
If he dies then he dies like apollo creed
He gone cry in the car wit his pops and flee
You a bird how da fuck you gone flock wit kings
Cop the wings get the sauce go out there and get the bread
All the cheese, all the greens all the gwap
It dont stop til we shop for fees
Written by: TKO
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