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Comfy
1422
Hip-Hop/Rap
Comfy è stato pubblicato il 22 novembre 2022 da EBK HotBoiiz / Thizzler On The Roof come parte dell'album Stick Up Kid
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Data di uscita22 novembre 2022
EtichettaEBK HotBoiiz / Thizzler On The Roof
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM89

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rickey Gaines
Rickey Gaines
Songwriter

Testi

EBK, Hotboii
(Brody come in here)
Ayy
What you on ****?
I done dropped shots on them **** way too many times
I need to go and see a doc, I poured too many lines
I could 'prolly run a M up if you just give me time
Everybody got they blue checks, when they gone give me mines?
What the fuck, is that them **** at the store?
Ride past again, just to see if it's a score
She gave me fifty but she still gone give me more
They knocked too hard, I think them people at the door
Don't let me catch you **** with them ****, I'ma blow
Givenchy Beanie, red bottoms on my toes
Bitch, we from Stockton, we ain't never cracked a 4
Hit bro, it's like 500 on the floor
How many **** do you know surviving headshots? (How many ****?)
187, we ain't givin' out no leg shots (All head shots)
Roll the Squeeze every day, I'm smokin' dead opps (Smokin')
Been through they shit 2-1 times, that's a dead block (That's a dead block)
Hopped out my bag and jumped in my Jag
This a V8, so don't ask me what's on the dash
In LA, high speed, I'm moving way too fast
If dude ain't get smoked out of state, we would've did him bad (We would've did him bad)
They like "Trey B keep a bitch" I'm like "You know me"
Four bitches in the whip, when I'm OT
I get cold outside, I feel like MO3
This fully on me, I'll make it shake
The next **** I rob, gettin' smoked if that Rollie fake
**** say he 'bout a drill, but I know he ain't
Keep it stitch if you go down, ****, I know you can't
**** talkin' bout they gone kill me, **** no you ain't
**** know I keep a snow bunny
Team full of black bitches, boy you don't get no money
I love my thugs, but if you ain't gone blow for me
I like the bitch, but she ain't gone make no dough for me
With me, she do her feet 'cause its mando
You wasn't trappin', you was sleepin' out them bandos (Fuckin' bum)
If it's not funk, then what you ran for?
We be comfy outside in our hood it's a hunnid guns
Written by: Rickey Gaines
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