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SKREWBALL
2
Hip-Hop/Rap
SKREWBALL è stato pubblicato il 18 settembre 2025 da NORTHVILLAINS come parte dell'album SKREWBALL - Single
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Data di uscita18 settembre 2025
EtichettaNORTHVILLAINS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM95

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Borca
Borca
Rap
Bdab1
Bdab1
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brendan Darr
Brendan Darr
Songwriter
Alex Darr
Alex Darr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Borca
Borca
Producer
Alex Darr
Alex Darr
Mixing Engineer
Max Cano
Max Cano
Mastering Engineer

Testi

Smokin' out the garden, I ain't rollin' up no reggie
Beers at the function, man, I might drink too many
Yeah, my music make the room hot, make 'em pour up Henny
I won't ever make the spoon hot, but shouts out to Demi
Got no handouts for your bitch, ain't no guap that I'm givin
Thankful for that bitch, I ain't talkin' 'bout Thanksgiving
Jealous you don't understand the life that I'm livin
Told her we gon' be forever, I'm so sorry, I'm just kiddin
Eatin' steak, it's Japanese, smokin' with the faculty
This the nicest she been treated, bitch, we just at Applebee's
I might fuck around and just take a bitch to Florida
Always stick it out through this bitch, movin' like a soldier
I've been workin' every day, bitch, but I don't push no time clock
They gon' play my shit in the Louvre, stunt on 'em like Flygod
She ask me why I'm killin' all these beats, well, hoe, fuck it, why not?
Check your bitch, she outside, but she don't start at wideout
Uh, gon' let the beat ride
All the time I'm blazin' trails like Drexler, they don't need Clyde
Told you that I'm just a friend, guess what, bro, she lied
Loop passed me the backwood, now I'm feelin' high as the sky
I'ma go fuckin' crazy on the track, I made the beat too
Just took a bad bitch out to eat some sushi, we at Miru
Nevermind, we at Chick-fil-A because she don't like seafood
I'm makin' money, runnin' roads, you'd swear I drove a green coupe
Way I'm droppin' bars, they gon' sound the lunk alarm
Shorty door stay open like she grew up in a barn
I flew out to Copenhagen like Kendrick Lamar
Yeah, I'm goin' wild, but no animals were harmed in the makin' of this shit
Me and Borca in the stu, only makin' hits
Spittin' on the mic, not livin' with a lisp
Take over the world, the villains playin' Risk
And we winnin' this
Throw 'em for a curve, Tarik Skubal style
Slurrin' all my words off a Skrewball round
Bitches come in herds like a zoo called down
Gassin' in the burbs like some crude oil found
RuPaul gown, 'cause I always keep my stick tucked
Net make sounds 'cause I'm ballin, not no pick-up
Song keep the wick up, fire make a lit blunt
Fire like I'm Dilla, fire light a spliff up
Fe-fi-fo-fum, giant like I'm Andre
See, I go dumb, smokin' by the pound
Feline go numb, she say I'm astounding
Crease my Force Ones, put you on the ground
On the green like Tiger Woods, my driver in the front seat
She callin' me cute, but my sample chops are ugly
Ask me for a lighter, get your own, you a bum, bitch
Don't get caught up in the bread, eat you like some lunch meat
Throw 'em for a curve, Tarik Skubal style
Slurrin' all my words off a Skrewball round
Bitches come in herds like a zoo called down
Gassin' in the burbs like some crude oil found
I'ma go fuckin' crazy on the track, I made the beat too
Just took a bad bitch out to eat some sushi, we at Miru
Never mind, we at Chick-fil-A because she don't like seafood
I'm makin' money, runnin' roads, you'd swear I drove a green coupe
Feeds no KFC, lick my fingers, cravin' things
Oh, so patiently, build this shit like masonry
Sweet like pastries, bread I'm stackin' bakeries
Rappin' tastefully, beefin, I'm just grazin' bees
Keep on glazin' me, sit back, have some cake with me
Always thankin' me, family steady pray for me
Not no game to me, music I'ma play for keeps
How I make 'em bleed? Use my pen eight days a week
Written by: Alex Darr, Brendan Darr
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