3rd World - WNC WhopBezzy: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

3rd World

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Hip-Hop/Rap

3rd World è stato pubblicato il 7 novembre 2018 da WRECK -N-CREW DA LABLE come parte dell'album For Dat 3rd

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumFor Dat 3rd

Data di uscita7 novembre 2018

EtichettaWRECK -N-CREW DA LABLE

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM82

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

WNC WhopBezzy

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

WNC WhopBezzy

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Darren Doiron Banks

Darren Doiron Banks

Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]

Lately, I been in the streets, that's just how I'm comin'

I ain't been pickin' up the phone, they think I'm actin' funny

**** playin' on my top, must think that I'm a dummy

I can't wait to catch you lackin', hit you with this Tommy

Glock, it holds fifty shots, this cutter hold a hundred

**** think that I forgot, bitch, don't you owe me money?

We trappin' in the same spot, it ain't no need from runnin'

Ain't no need for up the conversate if it ain't 'bout no money

I don't fuck with **** 'cause they fifty, boy, my clique a hundred

I don't want yo' bitch, she on my dick, you need to get yo' woman

Same bitch that used to suck me down when I was bummy lookin'

Same bitch that's on a **** dick since I got money, look

I don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel, just keep it real with me

I wonder, if I wasn't who I was, would you be feelin' me?

Turnt up on the stage, we throwin' threes, I got the feel with me

Catch me by myself, shit, I ain't trippin', bitch, that steel with me

And I don't really give a fuck, prolly never will

Fuck that boy that's on his hat, I told that ****, "Chill"

**** can't be lookin' for WhopBezzy, shit, I'm in the field

Bitch, you talkin' crazy like you wit' it, that ain't how you live

Make me bring that pressure to yo' head, show you how it feel

Bitch, you feelin' play shit, what up? Come get you a kill

My lil' **** ready for the spin, just like a fuckin' drill

When is up, it ain't no comin' down, it is what it is

I hear a **** got a bag on me, get yo' money back

You see yo' shooter roam my fuckin' block, he ain't comin' back

We certified and, bitch, we uppin' first, shit, ain't no dumpin' back

If a **** miss you, that was gone, but, bitch, we comin' back

I'm sorry this the life I live, you better not play with me

I know I gotta keep my steel 'cause **** hate on me

Move around if you don't keep it real, that ain't okay with me

'Cause I can't trust a soul, fuck these hoes, I got my bae with me

She hate when I be loaded, never sober 'cause I play for keeps

You tryna get that pack, I got the gas, bitch, come fuck with me

One up on me, stunt, pow-pow, knock you off yo' feet

That's what you get since you want be seen, put you on a team

[Verse 2]

Yeah, and I had to run that bitch like that

You heard me?

Oh, my God

You know we feel talented, 3rd World, you know

Fuck a **** head, he shouldn't head out there

Talkin' fame, posted in the stores, I'm probably in the back

If a **** roam me, do they shit, they all gotta pack

I heard these **** out there broke, you better get a sack

Come around and flexin' with yo' shit, then you gettin' jacked

And that's on God, ****

Oh, my God

And, bitch, I swear to God

Shit, I put that on that third (Oh, my God)

Written by: WNC WhopBezzy

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