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Black Ops
3349
New Age
Black Ops è stato pubblicato il 26 aprile 2024 da Molly Santana come parte dell'album Molly Santana
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Data di uscita26 aprile 2024
EtichettaMolly Santana
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM63

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Molly Santana
Molly Santana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Molly Santana
Molly Santana
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vendr
Vendr
Producer
Showjoe
Showjoe
Producer
Will Steller
Will Steller
Producer
Radiate
Radiate
Producer

Testi

Mm-mm, mm
I'm at the top (Top), I'm seein' over these **** (Mm-mm)
I ain't just anybody ridin' in a big body with them rolls up in it (Mm)
Lil' ho, I got range
They love when I post a picture (Mm-mm)
I ain't just anybody, I got these hoes, and I think I just broke the ceilin' (Mm)
No, I ain't just anybody
I been on a different timin'
Wake up and I get to grindin' (Oh)
Brush my teeth, they pearly whitey (Oh)
Get dressed and they get to bitin' (Oh)
Paint my face, go into hidin' (Oh)
Post a pic' and I'm going viral (Viral, uh)
Don't think that you bitches 'bout it ('Bout it)
Yeah, I could drop a bounty
Ten K, twenty K, thirty K, better get to crouchin'
Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, color red dot
Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, another man shot
Yeah, they call me Molly, but I ain't the one that's gettin' popped (Hell, no)
Nah, I ain't getting rocked
Down ten, steady gettin' guap
Gettin' chips, need my green guap
Gettin' older, got a mean mouth
Sag my pants, got a lean walk
Walkin', make the scene stop
Like, "Hi, Molly, nice to meet you"
Ten K, twenty K, thirty K, better get to crouchin'
Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, color red dot
Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, another man shot
Yeah, they call me Molly, but I ain't the one that's gettin' popped (Uh)
You said I'm livin' wrong, baby, I'm just dreamin'
Hope that I live long, but the money bring bleedin'
Always stood tall, God know I took some beatings
Promised you I would ball, now I gotta bust my mean-ass
Now I'm rockin' Issey with the pleaded
Skinny jean pants, lookin' like Gine
**** wouldn't know the meanin'
All the lean fake, yeah, you can keep it
In that lame crib that you're leasin'
I'm out the box like they released me
I'm evil, I'm comin' real freaky
I'ma see if his ex still wanna freak me
Ten K, twenty K, thirty K, better get to crouchin'
Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, color red dot
Black ops, black ops, call up gang, yeah-yeah, another man shot
Yeah, they call me Molly, but I ain't the one that's gettin' popped (Uh)
Popped, nah (Mm-mm, mm)
Mm-mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm
Written by: Molly Santana
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