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Pandemic
5
Hip-Hop/Rap
Pandemic è stato pubblicato il 19 luglio 2024 da 423 Music Group come parte dell'album 2 Minute Drill
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Data di uscita19 luglio 2024
Etichetta423 Music Group
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM184

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tdot Pringle
Tdot Pringle
Performer
Lil Royce
Lil Royce
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrius Pringle
Darrius Pringle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Goat Town E
Goat Town E
Producer

Testi

It’s lil Royce Mr ATA fu** a bihhh
Hit her then I block her, never on no succa shi*
You really tryna get a bag who you f*ck*ng with
I’m head honcho, but my lil brothers lit
They gave Robin 35, rip Dre Graves
I was robbing shi* with Ricky back in 8th grade
High School came fell in love with AK’s
I’m the coach around this bi*** boy I make plays
They still chewing off the pandemic
ion care if ni**** did or didn’t pull no scams in it That’s yo business-
If you caught the sauce I hope you ran wit it
Every time I find a city doe I put some grams in it
Real gangsta, 4 I take a L I’m gon ham ****
I ain’t took to many L’s lately cause that bag different
We don’t care bout Whatchu doing we don’t do no ass kissing
They don’t cross no real lines, **** know we cash ticcets, I’m just saying boy
I get in my zone and I stay there...
Whatchu need- we got everything, bitch it’s way fair
All this boy and girl whats a trap- this a daycare
Catch us with these grams ain’t no bond we at St. Clair
If they say it’s green say no mo I’m on my way there
1200 hunnit wops to the… next day air
Waiting on that touch fucc around and grow some grey hair
Plus my brother in that microwave... feel like Beadare
When it come to beef, I’m a dog... like my steak rare
Bet I go for gold with that Drac **** take care
I’ll snatch Gretchen Buffs 4 I wear a fake pair
You ain’t heard about the crooked eye, this a snake lair
They still talking bout me on that yard I’m OG there
If it’s about some pape no need to worry I’m gon be there
Ain’t nobody sending no shots at Pringle, I got beef where?
I keep extensions falling up out this bitch like some cheap hair
Come short on that cake he get ate, like an eclair
Pull a **** card like it’s war bitch I declare
Feel like Barnie Rubble, I be stepping til my feet bare
Don’t need a striker I’ll slide in sumtin with a CD player
Ion hit the lights or scratch the bloc I’m tryna get close
Oil it up and let that drum roll like his hip broke
**** shoot running they ain’t never had to tip toe
If you don’t know me but think you don’t like me let my dic go
Half the time I slid I ain’t even let my clic know
3 different people dun took bullet since the Citgo
Doggy broke as hell tryna find out what he lit 4
**** playing chiccen til we drop em in that crisco
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Written by: Darrius Pringle
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