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3
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Hip-Hop/Rap
3 è stato pubblicato il 21 luglio 2022 da 4045956 Records DK come parte dell'album Demo on Demo - Single
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Data di uscita21 luglio 2022
Etichetta4045956 Records DK
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean C. Draper
Sean C. Draper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Graff
Adam Graff
Producer
Alan Smith
Alan Smith
Producer

Testi

Fuck it, let's ride
Don't sit on my ass
I was in school
Not skipping a class
Fuck her all night
The pussy I smash
My girlfriend bad
Way more than my last
Don't get too high
She gone be mad
Cooking and cleaning
The bachelor pad
Let's hit the bar
It's on my tab
I get to tweakin'
Them bullets gone pass
That's an assist
Just call me Nash
Knock out a punch
From a hook and a jab
Look at my stash
It's more than half
Buying some stock
It's more to have
Sometimes sad
Best friend died
Son got no dad
When he grow up
I'm gone throw him some cash
Yeah, bitch, this what need
Swear on my unborn seed
I'm gone lead
Financially free, spiritually me, Physically him
Brand new team, might rock the Three, that's word to Tim
Twisting my weed, light up the Tree, it got no stem
Call up Deeva, hot as a fever, she is A gem
Piss me off and I get mad red
Running the game like my dad Said
Fighting like I'm on my last leg
Hard work mixed with passion
Hennessy mixed with the 42
Wasn't in first class more than you
Now I'm on flights like the Boarding crew
Flight attendant
My ambition got my business Jumping fences
I'm in this bitch granting wishes Like Ulysses
I'ma switch it
Got the switch, it won't miss
It's gone hit shit
Beach side chillin' with my misses
She holistic
Me and my **** out here Stepping like Nardo Wick
I just be spilling my heart in this
Financially free, spiritually me, Physically him
Brand new team, might rock the Three, that's word to Tim
Twisting my weed, light up the Tree, it got no stem
Call up Deeva, hot as a fever, she is A gem
Piss me off and I get mad red
Running the game like my dad Said
Fighting like I'm on my last leg
Hard work mixed with passion
Hennessy mixed with the 42
Wasn't in first class more than you
Now I'm on flights like the Boarding crew
Flight attendant
My ambition got my business Jumping fences
I'm in this bitch granting wishes Like Ulysses
I'ma switch it
Got the switch, it won't miss
It's gone hit shit
It's gone hit shit
Written by: Sean C. Draper
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