04 - Pair-A-Dyce: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

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04 è stato pubblicato il 20 gennaio 2025 da White Collar Rhymes come parte dell'album I Hate It Here

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumI Hate It Here

Data di uscita20 gennaio 2025

EtichettaWhite Collar Rhymes

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM144

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Pair-A-Dyce

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Chidubem Azurunwa

Chidubem Azurunwa

Composer

Erik Hopkins

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Pair-A-Dyce

Mastering Engineer

Noire

Producer

Testi

Brothas trippin on me and they act like I'm missin

I be up in ya drive you better pay attention

I never get it, I'm wit it, I'm loaded up in a minute

So if you comin to end it you better be sure to finish

I told y'all suckas last year, I aint the brotha to leave

I know yo boddies in the yard so I'ma bury ya dreams

I been through scarier things, so won't you dare me to sing

You seen them cuffs, you seen them cops, you a canary to me

I will go blow it up, nah nah, I don't give no fucks

I was just showin up, mad props I don't get enough

I keep my flow in tuck, say dawg I keep it clutch

You just a hoe to us, big paws when I swing you duck

This isn't new to me, I'm used to cutting weight all the time

You thought you had an easy bag like I was fallin in line

You got ya money back, then you tuck ya tail and you wine

Is just so funny that you swing on my dick like a vine so grow a spine

Seems like back in 04, I was really that dope

But you suckas ain't know y'all thought you cold

I'm touchin mo dough, but I keep it so slow

So you really don't know you got no soul

Im back in my zone, I'm really that dope

You suckas ain't know you thought you cold

I'm up and it's go, I keep it so low

You really don't know you got no flow

Bad cat, something like hazmat

Fast track, I'm always where the jazz at

Pass that, you ain't up in my class jack

Stash that, I don't know where my cash at

You said I'm fake, maybe you apart of that

Said you almost died, shoulda had a heart attack

Oh wait who started that, who ordered that

Who snapping like a quarterback

You say you put in work well why still be sorta wack

Man I do my own shit, you just all alone shit

Can't pick up the phone shit, cryin bout the wrong shit gone bitch

A hiccup that you change to a dip

Instead of pickin up the pieces, you just changed in a split

And then you hit up the brothas as if they gave you a card

Walkin round like you was down wit all the slaves in the yard

It was amazin by far to watch you play with the charts

But I done seen enough you to stay away from ya bars

Seems like back in 04, I was really that dope

But you suckas ain't know y'all thought you cold

I'm touchin mo dough, but I keep it so slow

So you really don't know you got no soul

Im back in my zone, I'm really that dope

You suckas ain't know you thought you cold

I'm up and it's go, I keep it so low

You really don't know you got no flow

Written by: Chidubem Azurunwa, Erik Hopkins

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