Matte Black - $uicideboy$: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Matte Black

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Matte Black è stato pubblicato il 29 luglio 2022 da G59 Records come parte dell'album Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

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PANORAMICA

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Video musicale

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Aristos Petrou

Rap

Scott Arceneaux Jr.

Scott Arceneaux Jr.

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Aristos Petrou

Songwriter

Scott Arceneaux Jr.

Scott Arceneaux Jr.

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Budd Dwyer

Producer

Testi

[Intro]

You did good, $lick

It's a Smash

Wetto, Wetto, Wetto

Wetto, Wetto, Wetto

Wet, Wet, Wet

Wet, Wet, Wetto

[Verse 1]

I got the Glock in my yoga pants

Fuckin' that bitch in a yoga stance

Swangin' that 'K with a open stance

Loaded from smokin' that opium

Stain a lil' boy in the clothes he in

All of my walls, they closin' in

5150, thеy tryna come get me

Just mindin' my businеss and moseyin'

Matte black, smokin' packs

Panic attacks, back-to-back

Xanax on my lap, debatin', should I relapse?

But back to the ho I was talkin' 'bout

I just wanna put it up in her mouth

Pimpin' up in my blood, what's up, cuz?

Thuggin' that Dirty South

Four letters, two numbers, bitch, GREY*59

Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side

$licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughter up your daughter

Yung Jesus with them Forgi wheels don't walk, he drive on water

Anytime, any place

Any hood, any state

Good till it fuckin' ain't

Woods to the fuckin' face

Ridin' with my baby Sage, lines on expensive plates

Tears on my diamond chains

Stoic, never lookin' phased

Poet when I'm spittin' game

Show me how that pussy shaved

Dosage climbin' with my shame

Mama cryin' for my pain

Will they ever understand?

Can I even love my dad?

Money fuckin' up my fam', givin' until there's nothin' left

Pullin' up in that latest (Damn)

Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands

Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends

Ho, we just fuckin', I don't date fans

I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans

Went to my hood and I copped some land

Blowin' through money like Democrats

Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax

[Verse 2]

Why the fuck you look to me for help?

There ain't a ace in the cards I was dealt

I'm thirty-one

Still don't know how to take care of myself

Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt

Leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt

Maybe in the next life, I'll come back as a nice belt

I'on know

There's a fine line between me and you

The biggest difference is I'll snort that shit then probably puke

Dodge and juke all the bullshit y'all try and pull me through

But I'm still shinin', baby girl wylin'

Catch me ridin' by with that look in my eyes

Palms start to sweat by the way I'm grippin' my 9

Yeah, I'm always on my toes, but I'm still the same height

Standin' tall above my grave

Make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved

Make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made

I can't put them on my wall, that shit just ain't my taste

It ain't my taste, it ain't my taste

Shawty wanna marry me, I said, "You're better off in debt"

If it didn't work out, baby, I'll be real hard to forget

German whips and private jets, private beaches to access

Fuck on me, baby, I'm still a mess and no, that ain't a threat

I ride for my family, that's GREY*59

Try and be all I can be and not waste my time

On the brink of insanity, I can't make up my mind

Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think I'm blind

[Outro]

Four letters, two numbers, bitch, GREY*59

Three fingers in the air

Three fingers in the air

Four letters, two numbers, bitch, GREY*59

Three fingers in the air, m—

Three fingers in the air, man

I ride for my family, that's GREY*59

I ride for my family, that's GREY*59

Try and be all I can be

And not waste my ti-ti-ti-ti—

Try and be all I can be and not waste my time

Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr., Unknown Composer Author

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