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Cardiac
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cardiac è stato pubblicato il 24 giugno 2024 da Sheluvent. come parte dell'album Black Flag 2
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Data di uscita24 giugno 2024
EtichettaSheluvent.
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM97

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maximus Bradford
Maximus Bradford
Songwriter

Testi

Yeah, hold on
I'm bout to just flow on this shit
Yeah, on some fun shit
Yeah, heartagram, he be everywhere like where the party at
Baby, I can hit you in your heart like it was cardiac
Damn, I went like that? Hold on, hold on, hold on
My **** brought the ladders out like where the hardys at
Told her that I love her just to fuck cause I ain't really mean it
If you slide, know you never see me cause the windows tinted
If I stutter while I make a song, chill, it's been a minute
I been fucking different type of hoes, I'm hitting different women
Lying bout your life just to fuck, you are that guy
Jaguars, Hellcats, baby, I'm a cat guy
Yeah, the wallet got a lot of rolls like a fat guy
Baby did me bad, I bought her house, now I'm the bad guy
Baby tryna fuck with heartagram, I made her sign a deal
Baby, yes, I'm tryna move my mama in the fucking hills
I been putting money to my clothes, you spend it on pills
I'm purple but you sipping green, it's a different seal
Gotta emo hoes, she doing magic like she Raven
Superman to the hoes, **** cause you keep saving
Heartagram number one, yeah, I make them keep hating
Make a bag, drop a bag just to get my teeth straighted
Yeah, rapping in the room, **** think I'm in a stu
I bought this shit a year ago, I pop out with it, think it's new
If that shit ain't come from me, baby, then it's not true
She keep on talking bout her soulmate, but it's not you
I'm a hot ****, tell her, baby, check my Fahrenheit
I'm in a poly with two hoes, but I am not sharing rights
She tryna talk to the manager, yeah, she the Karen type
Yeah, she tryna have my kid, but I'm not the parent type
Yeah, hit her from the back and I do damage, now it's scoliosis
Yes, I'm in her ocean, I'ma split it like my **** Moses
I be on that pussy every night, but I am not the roses
**** actin' hard on the gram, but I leave em' frozen
****, you a bronze type of ****, but I'm really golden
My son low-key keep a hammer, but I am not Old
It can be a 20 V 1, and I'm never foldin'
Bitch, I got a yachty in the ocean, takin' that to Poland
Car 250, my bars 250
Fuck a different hoe, and after that I'm in a new city
Baby, I be stackin' Jacksons, these **** thought I knew 50
**** tryna hang with me, better bring a noose with me
Yeah, this rap shit, it was a hobby, I'm makin' money out it
Told her, do not stop, just to talk, keep the money countin'
I'ma buy a mansion in the hills, call it the money mountain
Baby, I got rich like Willy Wonka, need chocolate fountain
Put you on the floor, hella baby, do a two-step
I'ma cop the pants and the shirt, get the shoes next
I'ma take a flight to Japan, then a cruise next
Yo, we only aimin' at the head, get y'all crewnecks
Written by: Maximus Bradford
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