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Freddie Gibbs - Space Rabbit (Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
Edgar "JV" Etienne
Edgar "JV" Etienne
Performer
Harmony Samuels
Harmony Samuels
Performer
Rania Nasreen White
Rania Nasreen White
Vocals
Jeff Ross
Jeff Ross
Speaker
Christine Perfect
Christine Perfect
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Songwriter
Norva Denton
Norva Denton
Songwriter
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Executive Producer
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Executive Producer
Norva Denton
Norva Denton
Executive Producer
Edgar "JV" Etienne
Edgar "JV" Etienne
Co-Producer
Harmony Samuels
Harmony Samuels
Co-Producer
Kevin “No Credit” Spencer
Mixing Engineer
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Producer
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Producer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer

歌詞

I could do this shit all way through, fuck this shit Yeah, huh, gang, yeah Ayo, let's get paper and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers (Yeah, yeah) It's King Rabbit, I rap, but I'll pull a drug caper (yeah, yeah) Cocaine City, cold as a dope fiend titty (yeah) Sellin' fetty so I can front up in the 850 (yeah) Somethin' in the SF90 'Rari electrical (skrrt) Space Rabbit push space coupe straight out of Monaco (yeah, yeah) Space Kane, space age pimpin', MJ and Ball and them (yeah) 43rd and Main, used to cut the dope with Klonopin Boy, they gon' fake you, hate you, underrate you (underrate you) That bitch gon' always turn around, yo That's the crazy thing about them tables (Yeah, yeah) Nothing but drug mules in my stable (yeah, uh) You either whip it or you ship it, gave that goofy ho an ultimatum Sucked me in the 'Vette, so I had to give her the keys to it Once I drop this shit, bet them members be locking P's to it Million used to feel like a dream, now I can breeze through it (Now I can breeze through it) I remember back when I used to wanna be G-Unit (g-Unit) Record labels said I sound like Buck They had the Rabbit Man fucked up They dropped me off, they cut my nuts And I was down bad on my luck This novacane straight off the bluff I taste that shit and I got a rush I had to stop drinkin' that lean, that shit was fuckin' up my gut Gun fights and sleepless nights, you see the pain all in my face Package smell like gasoline, we got them things off in the tank Big VL and I'm the big boss mafioso, I got rank Don't need my son to be no doctor, he can always take my place Prick his finger and kiss him, now he initiated Sunday night through Thursday, you hit me, I get you situated Wonder if I'm headed for hell and my soul obliterated Neighbor kids just hit me, they mama just sold the 'frigerator (Sold the 'frigerator) Cocaine City, cold as a dope fiend titty Sellin' fetty so I can front up in the 850 Somethin' in the SF90 'Rari electrical Space Rabbit push space coupe straight out of Monaco Skinny Suge Knight, I put that on my mama, ho (That's on my mama, ho) Dripping that ice, how you robbers gon' rob the robber, ho? (Yeah) Space Kane, space age pimpin', MJ and Ball and them Insane, one way gang, I'm with the mob and them These niggas lame, they say they gang But they don't claim it often I know the feds, they know my name, my picture's in they office Address that man as Mr. Kane until they drop the coffin I gave 'em forty bars of pain like Allen I, I cross 'em, yeah Uh, yeah Thank you for being a valued guest as the Triple S Please bare with us as turbulent weather conditions have caused Unforeseen power outages Yo, Freddie, what's goin' on? It's Jeff Ross You invite me all the way to Vegas to party And you're not even answering I'm down here in the casino With four of your fifteen baby mamas What are you doin' up there, gangbangin' a rabbit You freaky fuck? Freddie, why do you love rabbits so much? Is it 'cause you're always hoppin' out of your child support? What are you doin' up there Selling crack to Michael Jackson's uncles again? Come on, man, I need you I got you a spot on the comedy show opening up for T. I Come on, man I know you're up there just snitchin' on people No wonder nobody wants to do your album, Freddie Come on, Freddie Let's go
Writer(s): Matthew Jehu Samuels, Freddie Gibbs, Norva Denton, Ben Lambert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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