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Manic
3
Hip-Hop/Rap
Manic è stato pubblicato il 26 luglio 2023 da MarzSanity x SlayBlitz come parte dell'album Manic - Single
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Data di uscita26 luglio 2023
EtichettaMarzSanity x SlayBlitz
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM155

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Herman
Paul Herman
Songwriter
Imagine Rivera
Imagine Rivera
Songwriter

Testi

She say I'm lost and I'm stuck in my ways
You was just broke, making minimum wage
I was just out tryna make some plays
I was just out thinkin' bout my bae
I know she miss me
I can name bout ten **** that wanna blitz me
Fuck that **** that diss me
We gon' put him on TV
X-ray 40 vision on my Glockie
Fuck that bitch, I told her block me
Baby, please don't at me
She got so attached to me
Pop him like some acne
I'm on my third Xanny
She just dropped down to her knees
She tryna top me
Mmm
Mmm
Bitch, I got a Glock and its talkin'
Hang on top of the tree like it's Christmas
My NBA shooter just missed one
My NBA shooter, I'm playin' with the kill
My NBA shooter gon' pull up and drill
I need a new drug that I can feel
I've been in a matrix lately
Can you save me, bae
I can't wait to run, I'm goin' crazy
Runnin' crazy, bruh
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go
She say, is you mine
I say, I don't mind
She say, bae, you fine
I say, is you with it
I say, baby, let me hit it
Just for one night
I can change your life
I'ma turn you to my wife
Slayblitz, cruisin' through your city in a spaceship
In and out the matrix just to find my wave, bitch
Heard you had a lot to say, pulled up and you ain't say shit
Six quarters to the face, now the bitch need a facelift
Damn, where your energy, though?
Can't be around if your frequency low
Smoking you bitches pull up blowin' O's
I could be faded, and still never fold
Callin' and textin' my phone
They tryna see why I'm movin' so low
Like, whippin' this dough like I'm in my zone
Birds chase bread, I want the whole loaf
If you talk hot get burnt like toast
Swear they don't jack me, but all on my post
I could be rich and I'd still let it blow
I'm from the X where they lettin' it throw
If you saw a cop get burnt like toast
Swear they don't jack me, but all on my post
I could be rich and I'd still let it blow
I'm from the X where they lettin' it throw
She say I'm lost and I'm stuck in my ways
You was just broke, making minimum wage
I was just, I was tryna out make some plays
I was just up thinkin' bout my bae
I know she miss me
(I can name bout ten bitches that wanna blitz me)
Fuck that **** that diss me
We gon' put him on TV
X-ray, 4D vision on my Glockie
Fuck that bitch, I told her block me
Baby, please don't at me
She got so attached to me
Pop him like some acne
I'm on my third Xanny
Written by: Imagine Rivera, Paul Herman
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