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Kool Aid
6
Hip-Hop/Rap
Kool Aid è stato pubblicato il 25 gennaio 2024 da Been Livin Entertainment LLC come parte dell'album Far From Average
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Data di uscita25 gennaio 2024
EtichettaBeen Livin Entertainment LLC
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM128

Video musicale

Video musicale

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ladontae Taylor
Ladontae Taylor
Songwriter

Testi

Yeah yeah
It's juke
Yeah yeah
Aye
**** will cross you with no explanation
I got two bitches they laying adjacent
I see the check lil **** I chase it
And it's Versace I'm rocking the latest
I know that they sick see the look on they faces
I break on your bitch on a day to day basis
They see me in public and think I'm amazing
I change the discussion this cash what I'm chasing
I'm smoking this wubby for my complications
They claiming they love me know they really hate me
I'm talking to God I been seeing Satan
I promise my mama I been steady praying
I been chasing my dreams they tryna block me
These hoes will fuck anyone they outta pocket
Aye check my account I'm balling like I'm Stockton
I keep going up and no it ain't no stopping
Yeah
He cross that line then I shoot at his shoelace
Claim they was fucking with me well it's too late
I pull up the Jag all red like Kool Aid
I'm stumbling off of the Henny and Dusse
I keep the tec I ain't talking no database
**** be weenie they really be panty waist
I mix Gucci with Fendi and Bathing Ape
VVS with that gold it look lemonade
My grill glow even when I cut the lights off
Do a **** dirty but I'm fresher than some lysol
Known to get it brackin when that gangsta shit pop off
Forty with a 50 it'll knock a **** socks off
She ain't talking money told you it'll make my cock soft
I just poured a deuce got me moving like a grandpa
Felling like I'm Fergie when I'm flying I be first class
Just landed in Orlando where the homies and the percs at
What you pouring in the Fanta you ain't sipping no oil
Aye I can get the pot so hot that it boil
Been around the world still banging my soil
Spin a **** block with no recoil
Might get racks but I still get roguish
Disco ball in my mouth and she notice
I took a note fuck **** be bogus
I just did a trick with the bands hocus pocus
She a sinner bend her like a fender bender
Seen her at a party and I fucked it's not coincidental
Say that she a Barbie I'm just tryna put my pickle in her
Play her like Atari cause I'm colder than the fucking winter
I'm just tryna preach I just hope that y'all can get the message
I be by the beach on my feet got new Giuseppe
Feeling like Deion that pack it got intercepted
I bought a white Jag and fucking wrecked it
I'm smoking this wubby for my complications
They claiming they love me know they really hate me
I'm talking to God I been seeing Satan
I promise my mama I been steady praying
I been chasing my dreams they tryna block me
These hoes will fuck anyone they outta pocket
Aye check my account I'm balling like I'm Stockton
I keep going up and no it ain't no stopping
Yeah
He cross that line then I shoot at his shoelace
Claim they was fucking with me well it's too late
I pull up the Jag all red like Kool Aid
I'm stumbling off of the Henny and Dusse
I keep the tec I ain't talking no database
**** be weenie they really be panty waist
I mix Gucci with Fendi and Bathing Ape
VVS with that gold it look lemonade
Written by: Ladontae Taylor
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