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Broken
132
Hip-Hop/Rap
Broken è stato pubblicato il 12 marzo 2021 da Better Temperatures come parte dell'album Austin Skinner
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Data di uscita12 marzo 2021
EtichettaBetter Temperatures
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM65

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil CCS
Lil CCS
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Skinner
Austin Skinner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Dirt
Joe Dirt
Mastering Engineer
Raiin
Raiin
Producer
BigBabyGucci
BigBabyGucci
Producer
Travis Baker
Travis Baker
Art Director
Bijanny Football
Bijanny Football
Photography

Testi

Lotta money, I don't know what to do
She the baddest and I don't wanna lose
Got enough hundreds to fill up a pool
Got enough bitches to fill up a room
I'm riding shotty, I keep me a tool
Gave you my love, then I'm played like a fool
I think she hate me but fuck it, it's cool
I'm dying' out, I'm just sipping the goop
Opps they pockets anorexic (bitch)
Brothers 'round me, no friends bitch
Walk around, keep me a weapon
Watching my pockets like they was detectives
USPS, sending opps up to heaven
Been feeling less since you sent me that message
I just woke up and my pockets replenished
Touch on my brother, I'm doing that sentence
Bitch I be posted like Mates
Glock out the case, I might catch me a case
I cannot settle for minimum wage
Talking to god, but I'm not at the gates
Smart ass lil bitch and she giving me brain
Step with a Glock, put it right to your face
Opps get smoked leave em on a tray
Step outta crib & I laugh to the bank
He hating, he broke & he dont got no bitches
I hope at night I’m the one that you miss
Talk on my name and get thrown in a ditch
Lotta money, I don't know what to do
She the baddest and I don't wanna lose
Got enough hundreds to fill up a pool
Got enough bitches to fill up a room
I'm riding shotty, I keep me a tool
Gave you my love, then I'm played like a fool
I think she hate me but fuck it, it's cool
I'm dying' out, I'm just sipping the goo
All they pockets anorexic (bitch)
Brothers 'round me, no friends bitch
Walk around, keep me a weapon
Watching my pockets like they was detectives
USPS, sending opps up to heaven
Been feeling less since you sending that message
I just woke up and my pockets replenished
Talked to my brother, I'm doing a sentence
Written by: Austin Skinner
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