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VENDETTA
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Hip-Hop/Rap
VENDETTAは、アルバム『 』の一部として2025年6月7日にKripp RecordsによりリリースされましたMUNI III
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アルバムMUNI III
リリース日2025年6月7日
レーベルKripp Records
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
BPM87

ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MUNI
MUNI
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Lyrics
Christopher Lee Rios
Christopher Lee Rios
Lyrics
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MUNI
MUNI
Producer

歌詞

It's all business, no love to the competition
Let that jumper hit him, sit him down, swap his spirit
Die now, I'ma think about it later, I'ma think about it never
All I think about is paper
I draw first, that's that quick animation
You smell that stench, you just think sanitation
I'm right here, ****, fuck the location
'Cause too much information could get you that vacation
Tell the cops, I say fuck the allegations
Got work in the trunk with no conversation
One for the hurt, one for the heal
But one from the hammer, get a **** killed
Fill a **** up, then it's for real
We gon' hit a **** up and split a ****'s meal
Yeah, if **** actin' how they feel
Then I pull it out the jacket, get to clappin' like a seal
Yeah, kidnappin' the little ones
Throwin' bitch **** off the back of the buildings
I hope you know how to fly, and sincerely
I would do the same thing to everyone you live with
Everything you stand for, send them to the heaven sky
We some F.A. boy, kick fight (yeah), gettin' played every time
We some F.A. boy, kick fight (yeah), gettin' played every time
We some F.A. boy, kick fight (yeah), gettin' played every time
Uh-huh
Swung by on the car phone, **** looking
Six pots on the stove, everybody cooking
Jet life over hoes, fuck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked
Wrist was large, but we took it
We not pushing
61 and a pile of hydraulics and new bushings
Sitting outside, blind, know how to push it
To the limit, just how Scarface did it
All them Rosé lyrics, put some OJ in it
A little cut on that henny, stack it, spin it
We in them vintage, briber spins us
I'm that ****, they just made my image
This guy giving nine gimmicks
It's that championship for pendants
First place, medals, golden cup
The winners have entered
Rachel Glazer to us
Trap a squad, what?
Till infinity
Yeah, what you want?
Uh, what ****?
Yo why you rhyming like you killing ****
You ain't never feel a trigger screaming at your real, but you're still beginners
I make examples out you ample rapper smack you make you trample
Backwards, catch you falling flat to strap you back in pampers
That's a sample just to let you know
Test me and invest in soul
Especially on some flesh meets men was left on skulls
Those opposing holding grudges will be holding crutches
Motherfuckers blasting me, that's blasphemy I'm old to run, bitch
Who the toughest is rough as they come, I'll snuff them
Anyone that you're bluffing my name ain't punished shot for nothing
Keep puffing and puffing, I blew your face (face)
If one million say so my ace in the hole a wrinkle assassin, be triple-saison
Chasing popo out, I bought a town local till I parked the ground
In my coffin, tossed into the lost and found
Down and deep beneath the weather in my leather chai
Six feet forever half asleep Ross **** never die
Written by: Christopher Lee Rios, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Shante Franklin
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