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That's It
Hip-Hop/Rap
That's It è stato pubblicato il 3 marzo 2024 da Asterism Prod. come parte dell'album Eta
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AlbumEta
Data di uscita3 marzo 2024
EtichettaAsterism Prod.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM74

Video musicale

Video musicale

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Nils Noehden
Nils Noehden
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter

Testi

(Yeah)
Bitch
Yeah, try me if you want
Try me if you want, I got them goons ah
Run up on me, I'm in your room ah
My **** ballin' we like swish
Bitch on my dick, the fuck she gon' do, huh
Yeah
All of my ****, we bustin' a move, hand on my motherfuckin' tool
W-W, how could I lose
I'ma pull up to your new avenue
Fuckin' your bitch all day, lil' ****
Run up on me I spray, lil' ****
I got beats like Dre, lil' ****
Beat that shit like Dre, lil' ****
Fuck that shit you say, lil' ****
Xbox I don't play with ****
On the ground where you lay, lil' ****
Hell yeah I'ma spray, lil' ****
All I see is red, yeah, bitch, huh
Fuck you
Someone crashed into my whip, baby, I'ma lose screw
Hit and run, I'ma chase him just for fun
Why you run off, you ain't shit
Drive a Prius from '06
Better run I catch up quick
When I see you, meet the stick
That's it
Yeah, that's it
Yeah, you see me in the club with a big booty, bitch
Damn, I think she drink too much, I think she feelin' sick
Nevermind, she suckin' on my dick, I took a pic
Fuck, in a Bently truck
(what, fuck)
Flexin' on my ex, I'm such a motherfuckin' athlete
Countin' all these millions, feeling' like a fuckin' math geek
Pull up to the scene, I run that shit just like a track meet, huh
Track star, track star, track star, yeah
Track star, track star, track star, what
Track star, track star, track star, huh
Track star, bitch a motherfuckin' track star
Ridin' round with the top down, throwin' cash out the roof
Oh fuck, wait forgot to count
No need to count all the cash
Yeah when you livin' this fast
Santa Claus, bitch with a bag
I know you would sit on my lap
All I see is red, yeah, bitch, huh
Fuck you
Someone crashed into my whip, baby, I'ma lose screw
Hit and run, I'ma chase him just for fun
Why you run off, you ain't shit
Drive a Prius from 06
Better run I catch up quick
When I see you, meet the stick
Track star, track star, track star, yeah
Track star, track star, track star, what
Track star, track star, track star, huh
Track star, bitch a motherfuckin' track star
Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn, Nils Noehden, Symere Woods, Wesley Glass
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