Igloo - French Montana, DJ Drama & Rob49: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

French Montana, DJ Drama & Rob49

Igloo

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Igloo è stato pubblicato il 6 gennaio 2023 da Coke Boys Records come parte dell'album Igloo - Single

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumIgloo - Single

Data di uscita6 gennaio 2023

EtichettaCoke Boys Records

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM88

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

French Montana

Vocals

DJ Drama

Vocals

Rob49

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Karim Kharbouch

Karim Kharbouch

Songwriter

Rob49

Songwriter

Tyree Simmons

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Cubeatz

Producer

ISM

Producer

SprngBrk

Producer

Testi

You know what it is

When you hear that

(Han)

Yeah

Yes sir

Yeah

I ain't never seen this many haters in one circle

I ain't never know this many **** was tryna hurt me

Fire on my right 'cause my left wrist look like an igloo

If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I'm a real one, uh

(Gangsta Grillz)

You know what it is

I was gon' give y'all a chance to catch up

When you hear that

(Han)

Y'all **** takin' too long though

Yeah

I ain't never seen this many haters in one circle

I ain't never know this many **** was tryna hurt me

Fire on my right 'cause my left wrist look like an igloo

If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I'm a real one, uh

Bet you heard I'm chill but 'bout that money I been to kill somethin'

Me and all my blood the same way they really did that

Yeah, I'm gettin' money and she know it

I know that backdoor closed but I been out here hustlin'

Fuck that shit, I kick the door in

They saw me at my lowest

And they ain't help with nothin'

They gon' ask for handouts when they see me get that bag

And I'm a hustler, right?

Project baby, I ain't have shit but turned up my whole life

All my **** shit too

I just paid three hundred for this car

That got me back and forth to school

I was outside every night like I ain't had nothin' to lose

I was trappin' like a motherfucker

Tryna move my mama out that crib we got evicted from

Landlord gave us pink slips

Now they can't come close to this lil'

House 'cause, bitch, this my shit

**** say he up more than my gang, this **** lyin'

I ain't never seen this many haters in one circle

I ain't never know this many **** was tryna hurt me

Fire on my right 'cause my left wrist look like an igloo

If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I'm a real one, uh

Bet you heard I'm chill but 'bout that money I been to kill somethin'

Me and all my blood the same way they really did that

Ridin' with the horse, bitch, no Kentucky Derby

Stay schemin', fuck boys plottin', tryna hurt me

Ridin' with the WAP, spin the block 'til I'm dizzy

My old hoes watch me on TV, know they miss me

Gettin' money and she know it (Han)

Why she chargin' for the box?

Frontin' like she model when she horny

**** ain't nobody, your guns ain't got no bodies

Tryna make my heart stop, lean with the molly

You don't need no passport to go to Vulture Island

Never came back when I got it off co-sign

My homie say he want it, if you got it, he gon' leave with it

Couldn't pop his chain so he dragged him down the street with it

I ain't never seen this many haters in one circle

I ain't never know this many **** was tryna hurt me

Fire on my right 'cause my left wrist look like an igloo

If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I'm a real one, uh

Bet you heard I'm chill but 'bout that money I been to kill somethin'

Me and all my blood the same way they really did that

He just took a Perky pill, waitin' on his bitch to work

I be sellin' weed like it's trees, tryna sell the Earth

****, I ain't tuck nothin'

All that woofin' on the 'Gram gon' get your bitch fucked

He think he lit 'cause he got money, ****, fuck ya

A big gorilla, even by myself like King Kong, yeah

I still pray to G-O-D, try your luck, I bet you see

I bring QC like I'm P, I be Eazy like I'm E

I bought drugs in this car, wrapped 'em in the baby seat

He still prayin' to Allah but he blow pistols like a neek

I'm a 4Ward ****, I don't give a fuck

I call **** my stepson, that's 'cause I raised them

I'ma take that drive to the country to get 'em all

I ain't trippin' who I serve 'cause once I sell 'em then they sold

Yeah

I ain't never seen this many haters in one circle

I ain't never know this many **** was tryna hurt me

Fire on my right 'cause my left wrist look like an igloo

If you heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I'm a real one, uh

Bet you heard I'm chill but 'bout that money I been to kill somethin'

Me and all my blood the same way they really did that

Gangsta Grillz

When Vulture Island comes to Culture Island

That's a Gangsta Grillz

Y'all still arguin' about who the greatest is?

Written by: Ian Brandon Lewis, Karim Kharbouch, Kevin Gomringer

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