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Switch Sides

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Switch Sides è stato pubblicato il 5 febbraio 2022 da Blockwork come parte dell'album Switch Sides - Single

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumSwitch Sides - Single

Data di uscita5 febbraio 2022

EtichettaBlockwork

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM80

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Blockwork

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Blockwork

Lyrics

Amani Taj-Dre Smith

Amani Taj-Dre Smith

Songwriter

Testi

Grrah, grrah, grrah, ****

Everything dead, ****

Suck my dick, ****

War's too nasty

Hold on what, hold on bitch gang

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

Like, this shit is funny (what)

Bitch you fake, don't tell me you love me

He said that I'm broke and I'm bummy

At the end of the day, you was begging for money (bitch)

Like they mad, 'cause I was bringing them packs out

I'm too tough, I can never go back down

He better move or I'm clearing his background

Grrah, grrah, grrah

Like EK, we know you a bum

And your bitch, we know she a slut, like (what)

He got shot by a dyke, you dumb?

It's a beam on a gun, don't run

Edot Baby, I'ma flame him

**** pussy, I know they be changing

Fuck clout, I ain't tryna be famous

Grrah, grrah, grrah, like

I know where you lay, you know where I lay

Pop out, let's play

Got booked with the chop, saying what?

I payed bail, you know that I'm up (****)

Fuck that, fuck the hate

Send a shot if he throw up the eight

I'ma play, are you dumb, I just bought me a drac'

When I up, better get out the way

**** know, he should've picked up the pace

**** died from a K to the face

Fuck the cops I'ma go on a chase

I did twenty I'm walking out chase

Rat this, rat that, where the proof?

That shit is just cap

And I heard you ran in your sister

She got shot, should've died

I smoke, number five (what)

I'm tweakin' and shit got me fried

Fuck EK, we smoking his pop

If you hop in my lane, I'ma change mine

**** begging for money on FaceTime

I'm Jamaican the Glock on my waistline

And I just wanna flock, I won't waste time

Made me cry, that shit lies

Fuck OG's, I don't fuck with those guys

And Elijah, wanna dick ride

Gave you a chance and I told you to pick sides

Like the game in 2K, they don't switch sides

Sending shots if I'm feeling a bitch vibes

Now I'm talking that real shit

I just need me a deal quick

All of them **** that be in that studio

I'ma run in that shit

Never mind, I'ma wait by the door

I'ma click, now he meeting the Lord

And just in case, I won't fall

And I'm thinking about going to 15

I go back, then it's back to the door

Now it's open, y'all lil' **** must be joking

So I cock it, while I'm clutching my chop in my jacket

Now it's back to the facts

How you toss your strap, you ain't tell me to toss my strap?

And I bet you ain't tell nobody that

But you get on the net', and you say I'm a rat

Your bills the bid, ****, I payed half

To this day, you ain't got no cash

****, say that

You was kicked out, nowhere to go

I let you stay in my home

I'ma just let that shit go (****)

Lowkey, I be fucking his hoe

Grrah-grrah, grrah (****)

Badmon, I'm a shotta

I turn those noodles to pasta

Sending shots, now he meeting the doctor

No NLE, but I stay with my choppa

Bitch, suck my dick, ****

Don't touch me, ****

Everything dead, ****

Written by: Amani Taj-Dre Smith

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