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Pedigee
2332
Hip-Hop/Rap
Pedigee è stato pubblicato il 27 marzo 2020 da Big Godz Worldwide LLC come parte dell'album Red Tape
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Data di uscita27 marzo 2020
EtichettaBig Godz Worldwide LLC
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM200

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Nuk
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jose The Plug
Jose The Plug
Producer

Testi

(Jose the Plug)
Stone Island, bet a rock finder know the outfit
I'll probably try to sell a stone by you if you not hip
It ain't even worth my conversation if it's not M's
You'll probably catch us ridin' with the chrome, but we don't buy rims
I know these **** goin' broke 'cause they keep hittin' drank
Lil' bro be walkin' out with apples, he ain't hittin' Blake's
We was broke, we ran it up on ****, they got hit with wake
And we really got it off the muscle, we ain't hittin' safes
Three weeks, been sittin' in the trap and I got eighty somethin'
Every day I sell a twelve pack, boy, that's a daily dozen
If I'm bein' cheap, I fuck on hoes and buy 'em Bailey Buttons
Hell yeah, that shit'll save you, so, ****, save that money
My unky gold, he still on the road like an eighties cuddy
Meet a fiend, got pictures of the girl just like a Playboy bunny
Lil' bitch gon' top me in the whip, tryna get some bundles
Now your little bitch a Summer Walker like that **** London
Big business, you see me and brodie out in Chesapeake
Big guys, when we say independent, ain't no MBB
Hell nah, I ain't Triple H, but I got Pedigree
I know **** only chopped the bag and got a legacy
I don't steal flows, money long, quit comparin' me
Even Uncle Ice could see us shinin', boy, that's clarity
My bitches say I'm thumbin' everyday, I need therapy
I got the shit to fix a **** nose, but it ain't Claritin
Hell yeah, bitch, free squad, they innocent
Probably pick up twenty scripts a month off senior citizens
Extended clips, boy, all of our poles look like centipedes
Pull up and hit up all of your bros like the Kennedys
I want foreign broads way past bad, these hoes vicious
I'm in foreign cars, if he keep tryna clock me, I'ma hit it
Bitch, I urk off when I got big cabanas on the pedal
We be in traffic and brodie got his pipe, he like Toretto
It's like we got our weapons from T.I. 'cause we got every strap
I even gave a black one to my youngsters just like Heavy Camp
These **** talkin' grams in they songs that ain't never packed
Lil' brody made an Impala, he thinkin' Chevy back
Yeah, I bang Blood, but take blues on my next mission
Where I'm goin', I charge 'em fifty-five, so I ain't set trippin'
Gettin' money, yeah, that shit contagious like I caught a fever
With my bitch ridin' 'round with nineties in her Judith Leiber
Big business, you see me and brodie out in Chesapeake
Big guys, when we say independent, ain't no MBB
Hell nah, I ain't Triple H, but I got Pedigree
I know **** only chopped the bag and got a legacy
I don't steal flows, money long, quit comparin' me
Even Uncle Ice could see us shinin', boy, that's clarity
My bitches say I'm thumbin' everyday, I need therapy
I got the shit to fix a **** nose, but it ain't Claritin
Written by: C. Frazier, D Clark
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