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Shoulda Coulda
1803
Hip-Hop/Rap
Shoulda Coulda è stato pubblicato il 25 giugno 2025 da New 11 Records come parte dell'album #1 Trap Pick
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Data di uscita25 giugno 2025
EtichettaNew 11 Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM78

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Malcolm Carlisle
Malcolm Carlisle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm Carlisle
Malcolm Carlisle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Malcolm Carlisle
Malcolm Carlisle
Producer

Testi

(Go crazy, A.G.)
Sixty thousand on the counter, ****
Brought it out to take a picture
Your lack look like a Panther, ****
Black on black, too presidential
I ain't never been a racist type
'Cause I'll sell a ****
Three five of the Czar up in the woods
Your blunt taste like a Swisher
Know she gon' be lookin' at me weird
'Cause I fuck twin sisters
Tell me what the fuck you ever did
You always say you coulda
Shoulda, coulda, bad ****
If you coulda, bitch, you woulda
Thought he bought a brick of white
Soul is as a block of sugar
Three carats up in my ear
Moissé, it look like a booger
Don't be worried 'bout that bitch
You see me with her, boy, I took her
Can't be worried 'bout that shit
Them ill gon' come for you, get richer (alright)
Cadillac, no expedition
Shit on me, I need statition
You know all this lead up in that Glock
Can't come up out no pencil (alright)
Pull up on a S.I.T.
She gon' pop it like a pimple (ayy)
I don't see my opps trollin'
No more, somebody probably killed him
Pocket full of Fettuccine
Spot look like a fetish trap (ayy, man)
You can't put that load on the road
You better mail 'em now (ayy)
Fat **** stay with some soft shit
Call 'em teddy bear
Six figures up off the land
Still'll catch me everywhere
.41 on my rear
Can't tell the time, you know I do the most (roll it)
Ain't wastin' no time talkin' no biz
'Cause I know she gon' go
On the South, we throwin' fours
Turn, but I be sellin' bows
When I'm baby, sit up in the trap
You on your same load
Auntie Jen cook Sunday dinner
Cook crack on the same stove
Why you mad 'bout how I treat the bitch?
We fuck the same ho
Three day later, same clothes
Three thousand up on the fit
That before I bought the shoes
Two thousand up on the kit
Caught a hat, he got a split
That what paid lawyers do (yeah)
Chopper got them goals in him
With look like a Florida dude
Fake sippin', that ain't no trip
Well, that shit like Theraflu
Drive the Duke, drank and he ain't trainin'
When I'm tellin' you
Put my back, I'm still over in it
Bitch, ho, I can't marry you
I know these purse I got faked in
A bitch I'm still gon' sell 'em to (what you said?)
I don't play defensive end
All I know, go get a sack
We know you be swappin' VIN
All these cats, we paid cash
What the fuck I'm fakin' for?
Like Ace, they Rollie, fake and fucked
Still hunnid up in the hood
Porsche power, you fuckin' ducked
Bruh just made some dog shit out the music
We like, "What the fuck?"
Ever since I took that truck to Cali
I been lit as fuck
Sixty thousand on the counter, ****
Brought it out to take a picture
Your lack look like a Panther, ****
Black on black, too presidential
I ain't never been a racist type
'Cause I'll sell a ****
Three-five of the Zod up in the woods
Your blood taste like a Swisher
Know she gon' be lookin' at me weird
'Cause I fuck twin sisters
Tell me, what the fuck you ever did?
You always say you coulda
Shoulda, coulda, Van, ****
If you coulda, bitch, you woulda
(Van)
Written by: Malcolm Carlisle
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