Let's Get It - Zillionaire Doe: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Zillionaire Doe

Let's Get It

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Let's Get It è stato pubblicato il 23 gennaio 2025 da Collective Music Group come parte dell'album D Boi Dreams

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumD Boi Dreams

Data di uscita23 gennaio 2025

EtichettaCollective Music Group

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM72

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Zillionaire Doe

Zillionaire Doe

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Armondo Griffin

Armondo Griffin

Songwriter

Aleksey Shesternin

Aleksey Shesternin

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Moneyandpray

Producer

Jorge Ace Taveras

Jorge Ace Taveras

Mixing Engineer

Max Garson

Recording Engineer

Rich Keller

Mastering Engineer

Testi

[Intro]

Too much motion at the spot, had to change locations

All the trappers waiting on Doe to drop, ****, be patient

On that road tryna win, got a **** heart racing

In the trap fly as fuck, counting up dead faces

[Verse 1]

Too much motion at the spot, had to change locations

All the trappers waiting on Doe to drop, ****, be patient

On that road tryna win, got a **** heart racing

In the trap, fly as fuck, counting up dead faces

[Verse 2]

Street ****, ball hard like Luka

When I talk, listen, come to this street shit like a tutor

Coolest **** in the world, nobody cooler

Point my finger one time, bro 'nem hit at your medulla

[Verse 3]

Every time I hop out, they know I'm Louis to the ground

They 'gon think about Doe when they speak about them pounds

Youngest Boss, ****, turnt up not down

Every time pick up your phone, I'm poppin shit on the 'Gram

[Verse 4]

Every time they book us, **** know that we gon' pop it

I'm on Malcolm X now with Fatt Fox and twenty Foxes

Never thought to rap, I'm indulging in them boxes

Youngest Boss pulled thru, in the Lamb' with the roof topless

[Verse 5]

I've been tryna leave this trap shit alone but I can't

What you got in your stash, my **** spent that shit on drank

So many bows in this bitch, can barely think

Count up 500 cash at one time, make your mind blink

[Verse 6]

Put Doe on a flyer, all the trap **** poppin' out

Streets fucked my mind up, walk in the house, got my Glock out

****, we ain't gotta look no more, they 'gon find us

Call up hairline matter, ****, $150 lineup

[Verse 7]

When we in the club, ****, we throwin' ones to the ceiling

Rap shit don't work, back to dope dealing

When you on that road ridin' dirty, watch how you wheelin'

****, I can make a big bag at home, reading books, chillin'

[Verse 8]

That semi truck just pulled in, that's a big bag

Everyday I'm on the 'Gram poppin' shit, I know my ex sad

Bitch wanna fuck with Doe, know that shit a privlege

I just sold 200 in an hour, I'm screaming out, "Let's get it!"

Youngest Boss, ****

I just sold 200 in an hour, I'm screaming out, "Let's get it!"

Let's get it! Let's get it!

Youngest Boss, ****

Let's get it! Let's get it!

[Verse 9]

When I'm in the booth, I'm going crazy

Got some shit put up for my unborn baby

****, I know this shit gon' work, ain't no maybe

When we walk in the club, a lot of chains look like slavery

[Verse 10]

Let's get it, ****

Let's get it, let's get it

Let's get it, let's get it

Youngest Boss, ****

Let's get it

Written by: Aleksey Shesternin, Armondo Griffin

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