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wym?
Hip-Hop/Rap
wym? è stato pubblicato il 25 dicembre 2023 da chribih productions come parte dell'album don't ask if i can do a backflip
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Data di uscita25 dicembre 2023
Etichettachribih productions
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM78

Video musicale

Video musicale

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Johnson
Chris Johnson
Songwriter
Thomas Graham
Thomas Graham
Songwriter

Testi

flip!
it's chribih!
Tryna find out today fit
Ride around time maybe I'll find a pretty bitch that can take dick
If she ain't down, that's cool, removed and she get replaced quick
Stay sick, these bitches is basic
Can't rock with the **** you came with face it
Y'all doin' the same shit
Open up doors, no, I can't quit
Came in the game, actin' hard
And come to find out you **** just 8-bit
Claiming y'all wanna be stars
Start livin' large and then get complacent
I'm tryna see some new places
Take off, can't fuck with the fake shit
Say that you hittin' the road
Ain't see nothin' more than what's on yo momma block
Ain't really countin' up pros
As far as I know, he work at a chicken spot
I come with so many flows
I get it and go, you **** just sit and watch
If you want smoke, let me know
These choppas will blow end up in a vacant lot
Want the addy? pull up, you can take a shot
**** know where I'm at in the city
Take souls, I ain't givin' out pity
Drums loaded, sprayin' out 60
Bankrolls, I'm finna get griddy
If she laughin', I'm smashin' the kitty
I can't hit you right now, cause I'm busy
Ain't on me, but know that it's in me (know that it's in me)
Okay, tell me what you heard
What's the word?
Since birth, learned to earn
Til I'm burned in an urn
Ima get what I'm worth
Never keep my hands clean
Bitch I came from the dirt
Wipin' blood up off my shirt, hey
Got me feelin' like a merc
Shawty, what you seen?
Pockets over eatin'
They gettin' obese
Shawty, let me smash
Cause I'm gettin' green
**** was a rook
Now I'm gettin' queens
Tell me what you seen
What you mean
Pull up to the scene
They act sweet Ice cream
Whip badder than my new bitch, Christine
Dick longer than my last clip, magazine
Okay, Tell me what you seen (whatchu seen?)
What you mean (whatchu mean?)
Pull up to the scene
They act sweet Ice cream
Whip badder than my new bitch, Christine
Dick longer than my last clip, magazine
Okay, tell me what you seen, get some cheese, they switchin' teams
Started as a rook, now they say I'm they missing piece
Honestly, you can miss me, can't let that bother me
They open legs, spill they tea, gotta move consciously
You a bystander, tryna be passenger, I'm in the driver's seat
Blasphemy, I don't do leftovers, don't want her passed to me
Wide receiver, she tried to take it all, but she ran from the D
Murder scene, killed the P, shouldn't try to match my energy
Infamy
wicked wit transitions
Push start the whip, doing 160, fuck the transmission
Been writing since a jit but back then, I was just scribbling
She been wanted to top me back then, I ain't want nibbling
Got my legs up under me flow will leave a **** crippling
Spitting heat like I'm from Miami, but I'm just dribbling
Wait until I shoot from the three, now his top missing
Shawty tryna pull up on me, with her top missing
I might hit it
Okay, tell me what you heard
What's the word?
Since birth, learned to earn
Till I'm burned in an urn
Ima get what I'm worth
Never keep my hands clean
Bitch I came from the dirt
Wipin' blood up off my shirt, hey
Got me feelin' like a merc
Shawty, what you seen?
Pockets over eatin'
They gettin' obese
Shawty, let me smash
Cause I'm gettin' green
**** was a rook
Now I'm gettin' queens
Tell me what you seen
What you mean
Pull up to the scene
They act sweet Ice cream
Whip badder than my new bitch, Christine
Dick longer than my last clip, magazine
Okay, Tell me what you seen (whatchu seen?)
What you mean (whatchu mean?)
Pull up to the scene
They act sweet Ice cream
Whip badder than my new bitch, Christine
Dick longer than my last clip, magazine
Written by: Chris Johnson, Thomas Graham
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