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Throw
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Throw è stato pubblicato il 20 giugno 2025 da NIGHTBYNOON MUSIC/ The Constellation Music Group LLC come parte dell'album BE4 NX: Hosted By OG Spud
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Data di uscita20 giugno 2025
EtichettaNIGHTBYNOON MUSIC/ The Constellation Music Group LLC
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM70

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Allante' Johnson
Allante' Johnson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allante' Johnson
Allante' Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NIGHTBYNOON
NIGHTBYNOON
Assistant Recording Engineer
Juan Studio Recordings
Juan Studio Recordings
Mixing Engineer
Sweezy808
Sweezy808
Producer

Testi

Aye, aye, aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Runnin this shit bitch I feel like the mayor
My neck is on glacier this shit himalaya
All of these pussy ass **** keep claiming they ballin, how
I'm the real player
When you get the money just stack it
When you get the money just stack it
When you get the money just stack it
I bag this shit up I mother fuckin bag it
I put the dope in the mother fuckin plastic
Came out the trap I was grippin my ratched
Bitch gon throw up from all of this damn motion
95 degrees outside but my neck frozen
Throw it up yeah
Throw it up yeah
Throw it up yeah
Throw it up yeah
Bitch gon throw up from all this damn motion
All of the bread I'm gettin no loafin
Don't fuck wit them **** these **** be stroffin
Ain't no damn block hot bitch
Ain't no damn block hot bitch
All of this ice on my neck
All of this ice on my wrist
Fuck we keepin the block hot for
I keep a hot block froze
This shit sittin so high right now I keep a hoe on they toes
Real ass **** I stick to the code
Real ass **** I'm scrapin the bowl
It's dead presidents the cash flow
I got a fat wad of fat dough
Fat pockets, fat rolls
This shit fat I fuck wit phat hoes
Runnin this shit bitch I feel like the mayor
My neck is on glacier this shit himalaya
They think that they ballin but I'm the real player
It's too much motion these bitches they throw up
I'm steppin hard I'm fuckin the floor up
This shit get lit and these bitches they tore up
Throw it up yeah
Throw it up yeah
Throw it up yeah
Throw it up yeah
Yeah we live right now
From the 202
Got the racks out lil bitch
Tie my shoes
I popped out peek a boo
She said fuck them **** they ain't you
Pullin up wit the racks out
Stacks up to the roof
Stack the bags to the roof
Stack the bag to the roof
Stack the bag to the roof
Stack the bag to the roof
Stack the bag to the ceiling fan
Way I spend it's a milli dance
Pack this shit out like a mini van
Been on the low wit these bands man
Phone chirpin it's a birdie loose
Step shit Hercules boot
Two pacs on me I got the juice
I been the one not the two
I been the one not the two
I got this shit goin wild like a zoo
She wanna ride like the tires on coupes
Got the bags in the attic like grandma's shoes
Hundred round drum got a beat like it's Q
VV my neck, sick like flu
Came from the mud my wrist brand new
They know it's a bag when I walk in the room
Bitch gon throw up from all of this damn motion
95 degrees outside but my neck frozen
Throw it up yeah
Throw it up yeah
Throw it up yeah
Throw it up yeah
Bitch gon throw up from all this damn motion
All of the bread I'm gettin no loafin
Don't fuck wit them **** these **** be stroffin
Written by: Allante' Johnson
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