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NLMB
138
Rap
NLMB è stato pubblicato il 8 dicembre 2023 da New 11 Records come parte dell'album Alter Ego
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Data di uscita8 dicembre 2023
EtichettaNew 11 Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM74

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Li N.O.
Li N.O.
Performer
Marquis Davidson
Marquis Davidson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marquis Davidson
Marquis Davidson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marquis Davidson
Marquis Davidson
Producer

Testi

(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Never leave my brother, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I would never leave my brother
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Sneak into the room
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Treat my **** like we brothers
Might be dead without my slattin'
My first time was lil' in fourth
Them diamonds real though, I'll be gettin' it
Ballin' hard, foot in the door
I can't get in 'cause they won't let me
Hungin' self for a night in jail
My dawg got trauma from his celly
Peanut butter on my sheets
I know these pussy **** jelly
They won't sign me out
I seen the proof, might kill 'em, bitch, free Melly
Used to rock shit with my Ron
They told 'em, "That's not he or Philly"
Next to Flow, I'm used to trippin'
Now the spot is gettin' scary
Said a gangsta ain't no married
You can tell just by my ring
Bitch, my fit, I'm cocaine white today
I feel like Mr. Clean
I done fell in love with Drac', so how my Glock got purple beans?
Asian **** love to post up on the block like, "Yeah, I'm mean"
I love all my bitches, bougie, they ain't mean 'cause I got money
**** sayin' racks and ball, the only time you'll see me runnin'
Put three new hoes in the club, Lamar say I'm like André Drummond
At my lowest, they laugh at my pain, but I ain't find shit funnin'
Now they see me on the cut more, got they hand, I won't get nothin'
I put drums on all my cus, them sticks, they look like Teletubbies
Got lil' talent, tryna murder them, don't look nothin' like no donkey
Mack got skinny off them meds, they tryna play him like a junkie
****, all we know is money, swear to God
I can't go out like no ho, if I'm in church, I got my rod
Pent on roof, I can go double R, you still can see the star
These the boots like 1500, look like I can walk on Mars
Tryna creep, but spend a block, me and my members swappin' cars
Think of me, why y'all be fuckin'? She won't tell you that it's yours
Y'all been cappin' since Corona, hide these hoes, believe you, boy
Motion clapped, turnt in the city, y'all lil' sanctioned, don't make noise
Bitch, I kill for all my ****, nothin' but love for FMG
Built this shit up with my pops before my birth was DBE
Tellin' K might need a band-aid, same, I doubt it, fell on knees
Pullin' Glock inside my drive, might shoot my dick off if I sneeze
Goin' hard into the casket, that's the day I let 'em breathe
I'm a shootin' trap and robber rapper, they can't fuck with me
Warpath jewelry, once my skin broke out, I'm built for luxury
Anywhere I can go down, a **** say, "It's over me"
Try my best, it's below key, I'm tryna stack, but still outside
Cool as fuck, I'm 'bout my paper, so I'm good on every side
Say they play with TMK and we ain't step, them **** lyin'
Every gun we hide, by the second week, that bitch got fired
Bitch, I'm geekin' off a pillow, so I roll it like some tie
Nothin' 'bout it, no electric, I can't see me, when or why?
Chopper stutter somethin' like giggity, I call it quack my
**** trippin' 'bout some hoes that we be passin' out like flies
Written by: Marquis Davidson
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