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TAKEOFF

Hip-Hop/Rap

TAKEOFF è stato pubblicato il 1 giugno 2025 da 7082846 Records DK2 come parte dell'album TAKEOFF - Single

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumTAKEOFF - Single

Data di uscita1 giugno 2025

Etichetta7082846 Records DK2

LanguageEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM71

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dre Harper

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dre Harper

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

prodcamoflauge

Producer

Testi

How can I call you my brother, you stole from my cousin, you lucky you ain't go extinct

And I don't give a fuck bout none of that shit, yeah it was what it was, now it ain't

What it ain't But I still want you win, I'll never want you to

Lose, just long as you not on the team If you know, then you know what I mean

Threek, stay chasin' the green Back in the mode one time, I ain't never gon

Stop, cause I know I be lettin' y'all down **** tryna hop on the boat, where the fuck

Was y'all at

We was buildin' this shit from the ground Straight told a cam, let's take this shit over

KP, take all the weight off my shoulders AP, ride on my wrist like a boulder

I was just lor bro but I got older, Go, Times changed, 10 mil give you migraine

Told lil' bro to sit back, he can chill, let me do my thing

I feel like this my time frame threek, that's the campaign

7, that's my damn name Pour up champagne for this champ pain

Hope you excuse my French finna talk my shit, cause I gotta make me a hit

Don't give a fuck about a bitch, so I fuck em and dip

But I might settle down when I'm rich Might settle down when I'm rich

If it was just ambercrombie with the fitch Now I go lenciaga, onna fit

But that's when I'm chillin, I'm finna pop my shit

These **** got me fucked up, I was just chillin

But now it's gettin' hot outside, so it's only right that I heat up

Let, bitches be bitches, I won't get my feelings involved

Like, all they wanna do is eat up Like, bitch, we just came from the bottom, we up

And now we ain't have nobody, just us Like, nah we ain't have no money, just trust

Every dollar, and stay trustin' God Yeah, I know **** hate, but I trust my Rod

If a hoe try bake, I bake the broad Man, that **** a snake, he just fake for y'all

But I ain't the type who just diss me a **** I pull up, whip out, switch on a ****

No funny, finger be itchin' the trigger Bout my money, I'll Rico to Mitch me a ****

(Where my money B)

I'm bout to take off These ****, they got the shine now

But they just fake stars I really be on that grind now

I'm talkin' skate park **** rather sit and whine now

I swear I hate y'all

(swear I hate these ****)

But I know y'all hate me too

Askin' why I ain't been around Cause I got better shit to do

Tryin' to get so fuckin rich Just in case my kids wanna zoo

Only speak when spoken to All my **** go bananas

Monkey see what monkey do Hop on beats and tell the truth

They want beef, we make it stew cook em, best used bout to be due

Book them flights on the way to Baidu My bad, flights on the way to Dubai

I ain't even used to this type of a fly I'm gettin' blessings, they wonderin' why

Shoutout to my mother for makin' a guy I'm that ****, and you know it

Drop ah bag, bet I blow it

Throw that shit all onna floor I get it

Written by: Dre Harper

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