Multiply
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Multiplyは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2024年4月4日に6219587 Records DK2によりリリースされましたMultiply - Single
メロディック度
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ダンサビリティ
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エネルギー
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BPM114
クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
[Kyle Davis]
Songwriter
歌詞
[Intro]
Fuck **** gon' multiply
'Fore the real **** die, fake **** gon' multiply
'Fore the real **** live, fuck **** won't multiply (Yeah, real shit)
Fuck **** won't multiply, fuck **** won't multiply (Mhm)
Yeah, ****
It's your boy Juicy J
Man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin', broke-ass, you know what I'm sayin'
Jealous, hatin'-ass **** out here, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Man, these **** ain't no real ****, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
**** be smilin' in your face
[Verse 1]
Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room
**** toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin'
Durag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim
The one you be with be the one to shoot at you in a minute (Yeah)
Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First place I seen a **** sell crack at (Mm)
Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, back back
Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field
To the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel (Yeah)
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill (Mm)
She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills
I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill
Swear them **** booty like Tip Drill (Uh)
Nah, I ain't really into throwin' shots
But these motherfuckers better give me my props, word to Pac
Who the reason that these **** gettin' throwed?
Reason why you **** wearin' gold?
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive, he'd tell these hoes and these **** (Mm)
[PreChorus]
Even in my will, keep it trill to the day I peel (Mm)
Even in my will, keep it trill to the day I peel (Mhm)
Even in my will, keep it trill to the day I peel (Mhm)
Even in my will, keep it trill to the day I—
[Chorus]
When the real **** die, fake **** gon' multiply
When the real **** die, fake **** gon' multiply
When all the real **** die, fake **** gon' multiply
But if the real **** live, fuck **** won't multiply
I'm the original Balmain badass, **** (Uh, yeah)
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a **** in these skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it fucked up, ****, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag, swag, **** (Uh)
Shut the fuck up
[Verse 2]
Fuck with a **** like me (Woo)
RIP my **** Pimp C (Woo)
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (Yeah)
Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back (Uh)
No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back (Yeah)
B-Boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, ****
If you deaf bring the beat back, **** (Uh)
Fuck with a **** like me (Woo)
RIP my **** Pimp C (Woo)
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (Yeah)
I'm a trendsetter, you ain't even peep that (Yeah)
Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at? (Uh)
Fuck the FCC, tell 'em bleep that (Yeah)
(We ain't no fashion killers, ****, we fashionable killers)
(Y'all got Flacko fucked up)
[Verse 3]
I'm the motherfuckin' Lord of this fashion shit
Don't I deserve just to brag a bit? (Yeah)
Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents
Number one stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate (Yeah)
My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate (Uh-huh)
Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch (Yeah)
I think back to when pockets packin' lint
It's like a **** got rich on accident
Now back to Pimp, bitches lie, killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper still and strive, to the sky, call it catastrophic
We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch
Yeah, fake-ass ****, you know what I'm sayin'?
These **** be out here talkin' 'bout they a street **** and shit, man
**** be gettin' extorted like a motherfucker out here, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Written by: [Kyle Davis]

