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AvErAgE
656
Hip-Hop/Rap
AvErAgE è stato pubblicato il 26 aprile 2019 da Committed Records LLC/Foundation Entertainment/Interscope Records come parte dell'album F.A.C.T.S.
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Data di uscita26 aprile 2019
EtichettaCommitted Records LLC/Foundation Entertainment/Interscope Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM66

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Co Cash
Co Cash
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Composer
Terrico Bowen
Terrico Bowen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer

Testi

Tay Keith, fuck these **** up
(Oh shit)
I've been through stuff for a minute
May God be my witness
I'm just a young **** gettin' it (Young **** gettin' it)
Hop in the whip, presidented
The windows is tinted
You gotta know it ain't rented (Skrrt-skrrt)
Surrounded by pretty women, they diggin' my pimpin'
Covered in new Fendi linen (Hi ladies)
Fresh as fuck walkin' through Lenox
You see that I'm drippin'
I'm just perfectin' my image
(Bitch I know you see this here)
Shawty say a **** too flashy (Too flashy)
Walkin' out the club with a baddie (With a, ooh)
I don't want the bitch unless she classy (Nope, nope)
I'ma fuck her 'til her throat get raspy
**** goin' broke, that's saddenin' (Oh my)
Ice up on my throat, this carats (Ice)
I'ma live my life like a savage (Grrr)
'Cause a **** too far from average
(Yay, yay, yay, yay)
Bust down my juice, I don't do nothin' normal
Rock a Plain Jane when I dress kinda formal
Killed the ho, send someone call up the coroner
I just came from France, do that make me a foreigner?
They do this shit that I used to do formally
These **** keep gettin' borin' and borinner
Grow my own money, I feel like a farmer (That cash)
Wanna talk to the boss, make an appointment
She say I'm cocky, I say I'm confident
I stay on top of shit like I'm a condiment
They tried to block me (Block me)
But they can't stop me from chasin' this paper
I'm runnin' and gunnin' it
I just cashed out but don't really want none of it (Nah)
Sometimes I go blow this shit for the fun of it (Oh well)
Bitch, I be lit and I stay blunted it
Eyes low, they think I'm losin' my consciousness
(Don't think that)
Don't get it twisted, I'm always on ten (Toes)
Can't wait to use it, just bought to offend (Whoa)
Hop in that Benz and take it for a spin (Oh)
Don't call my phone, ain't got money to lend (No)
Bitch you ain't fuck with me from the beginnin' (Bitch)
Get from around me with all the pretend (Woo)
I'm makin' M's, I'm not makin' friends (Cash)
Race to the paper, I'm gone in the wind (Oh shit)
I've been through stuff for a minute
May God be my witness
I'm just a young **** gettin' it (Young **** gettin' it)
Hop in the whip, presidented
The windows is tinted
You gotta know it ain't rented (Skrrt-skrrt)
Surrounded by pretty women, they diggin' my pimpin'
Covered in new Fendi linen (Hi ladies)
Fresh as fuck walkin' through Lenox
You see that I'm drippin'
I'm just perfectin' my image
(Bitch I know you see this here)
Shawty say a **** too flashy (Too flashy)
Walkin' out the club with a baddie (With a, ooh)
I don't want the bitch unless she classy (Nope, nope)
I'ma fuck her 'til her throat get raspy
**** goin' broke, that's saddenin' (Oh my)
Ice up on my throat, this carats (Ice)
I'ma live my life like a savage (Grrr)
'Cause a **** too far from average
(Ooh-ooh)
Don't get it twisted, I'm always on ten (Toes)
Can't wait to use it, just bought to offend (Whoa)
Hop in that Benz and take it for a spin (Oh)
Don't call my phone, ain't got money to lend
(Don't dig that)
Bitch you ain't fuck with me from the beginnin' (Bitch)
Get from around me with all the pretend (Woo)
I'm makin' M's, I'm not makin' friends (Cash)
Race to the paper, I'm gone in the wind
Race to the paper, I'm gone in the wind
Race to the paper, I'm gone in the wind
Race to the paper, I'm gone in the wind
Race to the paper, I'm gone in the wind
Written by: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Terrico Bowen
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