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Sandy Cheeks
244
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sandy Cheeks è stato pubblicato il 24 gennaio 2025 da GBE Strap come parte dell'album ZotNDaBooth
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Data di uscita24 gennaio 2025
EtichettaGBE Strap
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM87

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GBE Strap
GBE Strap
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
GBE Strap
GBE Strap
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ninagen
Ninagen
Producer

Testi

Cop's hood, a **** Glock in the daytime
Turn the lights off, made a bih pitch black
Drake out the wood girl, sound like Succession
Thank you, what I pay with, make 'em sound progressive
I don't give a damn if a **** drop a test
Hit a bitch up, make her drive by herself
Pick your battle but a **** better be careful
Let me see you fight, they not finessin'
Steady block ratin' and they tryna play catch 'em
I don't chop, I'm a regular 'predition
Send me that pussy, that hoe keep on insistin'
Fake herself on a lit, another boy scary
Get on a ski, messed up, Jim Carrey
Flashin' the racks, now he done in the chariots
My lil' ho the other half but she the better me
I want 'em in right now, I ain't settling
Step out, our friends out here sound like a peppermint
Hammer and drip man, he sent Balenci'
New A dope, well I aim with no dick
Feds on my track, that shit get sticky
Roll to the bank, try to pull out blue Benjis
Call the gang a pack, run 'em back and quickly
Come grab you a QP .350
Real playin' high, can't pull a Q50
I'ma blatt, I'm a Grinch, no Christmas
Grizzle up my coat, RO on Pinterest
Give a **** gang, I ain't gotta do it, listen
Is this my fate, lil' keep it at a distance
When I'm cussin' my fight, it's an instinct
Take his bills, now he know everything
Hit a face, skrrt, **** rappin' 'bout cocaine
Why the hell you trappin' 'bout a half, grab a whole thing
I'm a real ghost, I ain't even know my own name
Me and Dolla in my pack, I'ma still eat, cheer for me
I'm in the chart right now, come visit me
Turn my tape in, they gon' wire me a ten piece
How to screw shit man, don't ruin it, call me
Kick out, how you get to talkin' 'bout twelve
I ain't stand sip, put the money on Def
That for the bad ****, better be careful
I got the fight's all in my belt loop
Get up off Josh, settle my mood
Bona fide a part trick, go and get loose
Panic atoll when I'm swingin' this bitch
Real hit baby, got my name on her brits
Just turn her up, I ain't really tryna politic
Planes that roll, **** cover my wrists
Find shit, give me that look, now we cuddlin'
Get out, no bud to descend, no centrefield
Take two up through the patch and hold her up to fix
Growing the second, my bitches ain't family
Shoot at your partner too, **** if you ran a witch
Jail if I crib and I promise you they tryna get you
They'll bash you over the head, never dare a 'fish
Why that boy know, give that fuck **** tissue
Get back, I ain't got no time 'fore I'ma get you
Come on
Real boy, down
**** know, ask a tissue
GBE ain't got no time for it, gon' get you
Come on
Written by: GBE Strap
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