Deep End Freestyle - Sleepy Hallow & Fousheé: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Sleepy Hallow & Fousheé

Deep End Freestyle

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Deep End Freestyle è stato pubblicato il 5 giugno 2020 da Winners Circle Entertainment Inc / EMPIRE come parte dell'album Sleepy Hallow Presents: Sleepy For President

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Deep End Freestyle è stata scoperta più frequentemente nei primi secondi di la canzone durante la settimana passata

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PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Sleepy Hallow

Vocals

Fousheé

Vocals

Great John

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tegan Chambers

Songwriter

Jeremy Soto

Songwriter

Karel Jorge

Songwriter

Britanny Fousheé

Britanny Fousheé

Songwriter

Johnathan Micheal Scott

Johnathan Micheal Scott

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Great John

Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]

Go off the deep end

I don't think you wanna go off the deep end

I don't think you wanna go off the deep end

I don't think you wanna give me a reason

(Great John on the beat by the way)

[Verse 2]

My body different

Shorty said she tryna kick it

I'm in her mouth sumn' like a dentist

Cookin' up, I'm in the kitchen

Big bro wildin' tryna catch a victim

I took a L

But now I'm back, they ain't winning

Look, and I'm doin' well

Don't even ask how I'm livin'

**** ain't real, they cap

Ridin' round with a seat laid back

They told me to chill, I'm itching to clap

If I pull up, somebody get whacked

Boy, tie yo laces, **** tripping

Red lights, we gon' skip it

Fucked up a new V, we was dippin'

From the police, I was drillin'

But fuck it, let's skate on

Run up a bag with my bro gods (Broke)

Watch how I show off

Step in the room, and she takin' her clothes off

I ain't even say much, huh

Ain't even do much

They like "Sleepy, you too much"

Know I got a bag, right?

Huh, know I live a fast life?

Said she fell in love, met her last night

Said she want this shit for life

Girl you must be dumb, no, you not the type (What?)

No, I'm not the type

I think I was lost in a past life, came back, got my cash right

Say you want the sauce, I can get you right

But it's heavy when you not light

Bro, keep the strap, sumn' like a dyke

He be shootin', he don't like to fight

I could get you wrapped up like a gift

Smoked up like a spliff

Choppa tell 'em, "Back up, or get hit"

Got my racks up, now I'm lit

I could get you packed up in this bitch

And my blood blue 'cause I'm Crip

Fendi pack, full of hunnids (That's a fact)

I just reached out my whip, see ya runnin (Fuck outta here)

Bitches say a **** stuntin', huh (Stuntin)

Know how they hate that I came up from nothin'

Backed out, get to drummin' (Baow, baow)

I'ma show a **** how I'm comin'

I was down, now I'm uppin (Now I'm up)

They was hatin' on me, now they lovin' (Wait, hold on)

[Verse 3]

Go off the deep end

I don't think you wanna go off the deep end

I don't think you wanna go off the deep end

I don't think you wanna, give me a reason

Written by: Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers

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