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FR
260
Hip-Hop/Rap
FR è stato pubblicato il 18 aprile 2025 da Chosen Records come parte dell'album Archives
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Data di uscita18 aprile 2025
EtichettaChosen Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM75

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B Baby
B Baby
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B Baby
B Baby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B Baby
B Baby
Mixing Engineer

Testi

Like girl, you know that I try And girl, I don't want you to leave
Cause when we text, it's hard to say bye I know you spoke on my bro
But when we catch, he don't got no fye But Long live my bro
I'm just hoping one day I won't cry I sat there and gave it a shot
Like ****, we right at your neck And I had to do some shit in my life
Whole time, I'm tryna regret I known you Since we was young
So I'm tryna see what you got like that
And **** tryna be gangsta
Whole time, I'm just tryna catch me a check But ****, I'm him for real
Whole time, I'm popping these pills And I've been going numb
Ain't got no heart, ain't nothing I feel And i wont tell the girl, no so
if i dont text back, you know whats the deal And these hoes be going for anything
Whole time, I'm just keeping it real In the A gotta watch your back
Better watch your close partner Cause they're the ones that come out to be a rat
And he was dissin on the dead so when i catch em boom, hit his back
I told her it's the last chance After this time, I ain't coming back
Now why would you leave for a broke **** When you know I'm the one having a racks
I'm the only one having these racks
I had went to the bank and I took out a 20 ball Bet that I get this shit back
Yeah, these hoes be out on my dick I swear they be fucking in the Cadillac
And if you're saying up inside the A Better keep it pole, watch your fucking back
Cause **** out here really envy I swear that these ****, will slime for a check
None of my **** will slide for that check They do it for fun
I got a button on this new 5 Gen 5 On God dat boy finna run
Long live the gang the ones who done fell, **** be envy the want me to fail
**** be posting their guns but not, having money u gangster your ass not a player
I got a Gucci, Louis, Givenchy The Prada, lil' ****, I'm buying it all
caught that boy down bad in Atlanta at
5 a.m., his brain on the wall 7-0, 4-5, 20, that shit be the gang
For them ****, I'm standing tall Pull up with four, five glocks
I ain't going for nun, that's strange ****, not at all
Like girl, you know that I try And girl, I don't want you to leave
Cause when we text, it's hard to say bye I know you spoke on my bro
But when we catch, we don't got no fye But Long live my bro
I'm just hoping one day I won't cry I sat there and gave it a shot
Like ****, we right at your neck And I had to do some shit in my life
Whole time, I'm tryna regret I known you Since we was young
So I'm tryna see what you got like that
And **** tryna be gangsta
Whole time, I'm just tryna catch me a check But ****, I'm him for real
Whole time, I'm popping these pills And I've been going numb
Ain't got no heart, ain't nothing I feel And i wont tell the girl, no so
if i dont text back, you know whats the deal And these hoes be going for anything
Whole time, I'm just keeping it real
Written by: B Baby
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