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Kit
Hip-Hop/Rap
Kit è stato pubblicato il 19 novembre 2021 da Lucius Echo Music come parte dell'album Entropy
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AlbumEntropy
Data di uscita19 novembre 2021
EtichettaLucius Echo Music
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM119

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucius Echo
Lucius Echo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Anthony King
Nicholas Anthony King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Randy Will
Randy Will
Producer

Testi

We goin’ on a ride tonight
Let ya trigger slide inside under ya sight
Let’s get live & wildn’ 5 begin the fight
Push the pressure feel the vibe now see the light
I heard **** talkin shit
At’s cute
They jus barkin, such a bitch
And to who
We ain’t listenin to shit
**** salute
Bitch you really want this fist
See you keep it movin
**** use they mouth so much I think they want it bad
I just watch you walk away pathetic, fuckin sad
Bitch you think you know me boy you must be goin mad
You ain’t got a fuckin clue the L’s I took, shells I cooked, tales compelled ‘em shook
Who the fuck do you truly believe you are
Attempting to tempt me talking down to a star
Combustible, volatile, explosively raw
You never come close to me because you know that you’ll fall
Don’t push me
Don’t push me
Don’t push me
Don’t push me (x2)
I promise I’ll properly pound you, you pussy
You shook B, you should be, I look like a rookie
But I’ve always been a master
You can dog it, it don’t matter
All your little chitter chatter
Only make a **** badder
I get madder with the hatter
While I’m savage with the rabbit
What’s the matter with this ladder
Tryina get up out this hell hole
What the fuck ya sell ho
I done had it with my habits
Living lower level lavish
Rabbit’s at a satter cabbage
Faggot had the matter ravaged
Ratatat and that was placid
Means his median was average
Maggots mad a sacker savage
What the fuck you really gonna do about it
Fool without a move, without a tool you’re just a dude
And when you got it, you’re a kid
Think it make a **** big
Lil bitch wit a wig
Tryina hide yo shame
Lyding fly so plain
Kiting fried yo brain
I be ever getting better
Fettered measures getting wetter
Splitting leg & lickin’ letters
Shedding feathers from the heavens…..
I really should be writing when I think
Only thing is when I blink
I lose sight and then I sink
Get to slipping lose my link
Barred and tarted out of sync
Mark a target wit a wink
Demons feindin’ for the pink
Leave ‘em thinkin’-
On the brink of weepin’ teething
Harder when it sink in, deepen
Farther than you’re reachin’, begin
Started starving eatin, seekin’
Party hard at least a weekend
Narc’in lard, I’ll beat ya teeth in
Bitch.
Written by: Nicholas Anthony King
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