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Ebony
648
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ebony è stato pubblicato il 6 agosto 2025 da Santa Anna come parte dell'album I Live, I Die, I Live Again (Resurrected)
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Data di uscita6 agosto 2025
EtichettaSanta Anna
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM82

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuckyy
Chuckyy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Meiners
David Meiners
Composer
Sebastian Gonzalez
Sebastian Gonzalez
Composer
Charles Edward Davis
Charles Edward Davis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bugg
Bugg
Producer
sg1
sg1
Producer
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Mixing Engineer
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Immersive Audio Engineer

Testi

[Verse 1]
Pop a Perc' and lose your life if you wanted to for sure
I'll turn a ho up right now just 'cause bro 'nem said I won't
And when they callin' me, they beggin', that's why I DND phones
In the Yami, I'm in traffic with Jefe, three or four poles
**** talk that gangster shit, then go out bad, they get exposed
Nineteen, don't got no kids, I got two cars and hella money
Gangster **** never shoot back, when they die, that shit be funny
Hit they block, know I got two shots, I got Drac' and I got button
60K pocket change, know I might blow that shit tonight
We been FaceTimin' on Skype, now I might send that ho a flight
Bouncin' back state to state, I fucked like twelve hoes in two nights
Know I stopped sippin' lean, so I still sip Sprite with the ice
NYC, link with Izzy, spent a hundred on my ice
Every time I go rock a show, I hope Smurk just get out that night
Melly fightin' a petty case, the police don't wanna do right
They ain't gon' let bro bust a right, bail out right, hate he had to die
I smoke weed, know I get high, my mama happy for my life
I fuck every hoes with condoms, I can't get hit with the fye
Tell the truth, bitch, do not lie, my granny and grandaddy died
That's why I wake up and strive
I'ma get my mom a billi' and I bet she will not cry
She a girly, but a gangster, that's why I fuck with her vibe
She know I was blowin' heaters 'cause I stole blick from my dad
At least when I stole a whip at night on high-speeds, I ain't crash
All this shit just happened fast, all this money comin' in
I been rackin' so much chicken, I'm gon' buy myself a Benz
All my lil' bro know is spin, no ABC, tote F&Ns
Hit a **** from the backside, he ain't see him walkin' in
Whoever got ten million, ain't tryna talk, pass me the pen
I'm only nineteen with two in the vault, I stand on biz
Not to mention I walk around with like a hundred, it's not a fib
Play ball or tote a blick 'cause where I'm from, that's how you live
Know **** died on drills, they thought that they was him for real
.308 fire shit up, that chopper make his ass sit still
In the 'Raq, an opp probably gettin' chased down while I'm up in the hill
You know this shit for real, my young **** thirsty for a kill
You know this shit for real
Written by: Charles Davis, David Meiners, Sebastian Gonzalez
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