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Nitty Gritty
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Nitty Gritty è stato pubblicato il 4 settembre 2023 da NHH DoubleRKell come parte dell'album The Hero
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Data di uscita4 settembre 2023
EtichettaNHH DoubleRKell
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM197

Video musicale

Video musicale

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mi'cheal Rayreynolds
Mi'cheal Rayreynolds
Songwriter

Testi

Don't I know you from somewhere
You probably do
You know what I'm saying
I'm a local neighborhood superhero
Yeah, bitch
I got to the nitty gritty, got my dough up
The four my bro just pulled a little strong, I'm finna throw up
The color cocaine white, the Acura, I'm doing donuts
These **** dying, bought them gang signs, watch what you throw up
I got to the nit grit, my heart cold like Minnesota
I need the rock, I'm finna clutch up
Hit the shot, now game over
Team on my back, I threw the Uber, put them on a poster
I could kill a **** with a smitter, put them in a glaucoma
They know a **** have emotion
Big bread, I'm not loafing
I'm finna open, back shopping, when I do, I'm not closing
Bitch, why you pull your pants down
I want the neck, I'm not poking
I need massage with the lotion
Big Glock, what I'm toatin
That **** run up, then he stupid, cause he know I'ma blow it
I been on your tail, ****
Bet you ain't even know it
Real calm and collected
If I'm mad, I ain't show it
I'm a cold ass ****, feel at home when it's snowing
Caught him in traffic, blow it out
I'm like, ayo, gas, take over
I got to the nitty gritty, got my dough up
The four my bro just pulled a little strong, I'm finna throw up
The color cocaine white, the Acura, I'm doing donuts
Big Glock, what I'm toasting
That **** run up, then he stupid, cause he know I'ma blow it
I been on your tail, ****
Bet you ain't even know it
Real calm and collected
If I'm mad, I ain't show it
I'm a cold ass ****, feel at home when it's snowing
Caught him in traffic, blow it out
I'm like, ayo, gas, take over
Not Corona, just the gas I was smoking
I'm really grinding, finna hit the top
Was just at my lowest, bitch
I don't even gotta talk, I let the money do it
Nitty gritty, money on the floating, bitch, I'm running to it
Last I'm in the dust, the finish line, bitch, I was running through it
Why this hoe keep begging me to fuck, bitch, I don't wanna do it
Ain't gon' keep in touch with every song, because I'm rapping fluid
Fuck a thot, bitch, and feed that hoe some Fort Rappers food
I really rap your ass up, I'm not a rapping dude
Get my first P, then flip that, guess I'm slapping two
I'm higher than a rocket, don't get it wrong, I still blast at you
I'm looking in the mirror like, damn, Kel, they used to laugh at you
Your **** talking shit, you back it up, I'll put his hat on you
I don't even gotta talk, I let the money do it
Nitty gritty, money on the floating, bitch, I'm running to it
Last I'm in the dust, the finish line, bitch, I was running through it
Why this hoe keep begging me to fuck, bitch, I don't wanna do it
Ain't gon' keep in touch with every song, because I'm rapping fluid
Fuck a thot, bitch, and feed that hoe some Fort Rappers food
I really rap your ass up, I'm not a rapping dude
Get my first P, then flip that, guess I'm slapping two
I'm higher than a rocket, don't get it wrong, I still blast at you
I'm looking in the mirror like, damn, Kel, they used to laugh at you
Your **** talking shit, you back it up, I'll put his hat on you
I'm a big dog and you a snake, I heard you ratting too
Get the fuck out my damn face, I'm in a spazzing mood
I treat your bitch like a ceremony, yes, I'm clapping too
Step back and blow, I bet he fall, I got handles
Blow and knock his fucking lights out, I got candles
Slap out the crib, too many rats in the bando
Hit the mall, ain't throw no fit on, I'm in sandals
These **** die bout them gang signs, watch what you throw up
I got to the nit grit my heart cold like Minnesota
These **** die bout them gang signs, watch what you throw up
I got to the nit grit, my heart cold like Minnesota
Written by: Mi'cheal Rayreynolds
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