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Drill
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Drillは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2019年4月16日にBlue Feathers Records IncによりリリースされましたPrestige
アルバムPrestige
2019年4月16日
レーベルBlue Feathers Records Inc
言語English
BPM68
メロディック度
アコースティック度
ヴァランス
ダンサビリティ
エネルギー

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歌詞

[Verse 1]
I want this money now, fuck the fifth
Had a long what a wait
We still did that with a lace
Wait around for the bait
I want some money now, no debate
Four, five, break his face
I took the big mob on my own
He threw a way slap then he ate
[Verse 2]
He don't know nothin' 'bout trust
He had the whole bird in his trunk
Fuck around ****, you get trucked
Finesse the whole system, Donald Trump
I swear, I love **** that he love it
I couldn't do this shit without luck
I couldn't do this shit without hate
I couldn't do this shit without a gun
[Verse 3]
And money goes on this roll
She got her own bag with a throw
I never trip over trust
You know exactly how a **** fuck
And big girl don't trip
We should still go for a triple
I done hit the club and got lit
He done hit the club and got hit
I do a cha cha cha cha
On the block, ****, by the hair
I'm a lot lately, I'm for real
I still go in for the kill
[Verse 4]
I pull up on them like oil
**** stop, just a lil' boy
Still that lil' **** with a toy
I made a hundred bill from a coin
I do a cha cha cha cha
I'm on the block, ****, by the hair
I'm a block, ****, that's for real
I still go in for the kill
I pull up on them like oil
**** stop, just a lil' boy
Still, lil' **** with a toy
I made a hundred bill from a coin
[Verse 5]
Money, power, respect
They shot the lil' **** in the head
I was a lil' **** with a chest
I kept the .22 in the hotel
And nothing good on the road
They always go for the low
I done fell in love for the phone
Trap house slapped in my coke
He got gun, he don't own a mate
His baby mama always wanna complain
**** broke, they can't get a ways
Sing happy birthday with no cake
[Verse 6]
See these **** must be confused
Shut the fuck up, pack a loose
I'm that same wassin and cous
Ice running round from the whoop
Anything in the wrist
At the trap table, what you bring?
There ain't no require with the thing
When you rode in, they bring you in
[Verse 7]
I got hella for the huff
But way more for the sass
They get tied to my older brother
But way more to my dad
Finally got a date through the mail
I do a dance with another girl
I paid 50,000 for these pants
I hit the swag with another swag
[Verse 8]
I hit the sale this way
I hit the dance with another dance
I hit the dance with another dance
I hit the bag with another bag
I do a cha cha cha cha
On the block, ****, by the hair
I'm a block, ****, that's for real
I still go in for the kill
I pull up on them like oil
**** stop, just a lil' boy
Still that lil' **** with a toy
I made a hundred bill from a coin
[Verse 9]
I do a cha cha cha cha
I'm on the block, ****, by the hair
I'm a block, ****, that's for real
I still go in for the kill
I pull up on them like oil
**** stop, just a lil' boy
Still a lil' **** with a toy
I made a hundred bill from a coin
Written by: Quinton Gardner
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