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Voicemail (feat. Rod Wave)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Voicemail (feat. Rod Wave)は、アルバム『 』の一部として2025年11月14日に300 EntertainmentによりリリースされましたStreet Psalms
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過去7日
02:00 - 02:05
Voicemail (feat. Rod Wave)は2 分あたりで先週最も頻繁に発見された曲です
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
Rod Wave
Rod Wave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremiah Dickerson
Jeremiah Dickerson
Songwriter
Kai Hasegawa
Kai Hasegawa
Songwriter
Rodarius Green
Rodarius Green
Songwriter
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Songwriter
Sterling Reynolds
Sterling Reynolds
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Producer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Justin Gibson
Justin Gibson
Mixing Engineer
J Wavy
J Wavy
Producer
Londn Blue
Londn Blue
Producer
Kaigoinkrazy
Kaigoinkrazy
Producer
TntXD
TntXD
Producer

歌詞

[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
[Instrumental]
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
[Instrumental]
Mm, yeah, yeah
I was tellin' that bitch, Tee Grizzley, bitch, you gotta come to my world
You know what I'm sayin'? This that real shit
Mm, the city, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah
Look, look, uh
[Verse 1]
Crazy feelin' in my heart, too much on my brain
I be poppin' Perkies back to back, now I can't feel a thing
No matter what I'm feelin', I'm gon' keep it to myself
I be dreamin' 'bout unc, been seein' death since you left and
Court dates and funerals
Mama, this your baby, never stop prayin'
Soon as I go to sleep, my phone start ringin'
Soon as I find some peace, here come the blog pages
On the phone with my mama, ma, I was 'sleep when you called
I clicked over for smacker, no, I pressed one for my dog
Talked to my daughter on FaceTime, it's healin' my heart
Sometimes it get to killin' me, hope this ain't how she 'member me
Bae, I'm thug to the bone, I ain't lookin' for sympathy
I been thuggin' so long, in the street, in the industry
You know you can hit my phone if you need me
But who can I call with my back against the wall? (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
My daughter askin', "Where you at? When you comin' back?"
My girl askin' me, "What's wrong? You need to relax"
So many people on my phone talkin' this and that, uh
Now, what's wrong? Leave me alone
Can't get no sleep, bitches abusin' my number
Either the tattlers got questions or bitches askin' for money
A thousand problems every time my phone ring
I let it ring, I don't know what to say (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, I don't know what to say (Yeah, yeah)
I don't know what to say (I don't even know what the fuck you sayin')
(Know what to say) Yeah, yeah (What to say)
[PostChorus]
That shit ain't gon' mean nothin'
Ain't nothin' enough, it feel like
Nothin' you say even matter type shit, they can't even hear that shit, ah
[Verse 2]
I get to a check and bounce (Fuck on), **** out here checkin' out (**** out here dyin')
I was out here homeless walkin', now my wrist a car, neck a house (No cap)
Slave master how I whip the 'Bach, walk around with a million cash
I ain't posted, though, I was low with it, everything ain't for the internet (You know?)
Miss my pops, God, please, can You just think about givin' him back?
Brodie, once that money gone, it's gone, you better remember to stack
Plugged the power to the neighbor house, we was late on bills, I remember that
You don't get shit just for bein' real, you supposed to be, they be forgettin' that (Fuck)
Hit the club, I ain't buy no bottles, but I hit the hood and got granny crib remodeled (I did)
G-lock full of hollows 'cause lettin' 'em get me too big of a pill to swallow (Can't let 'em)
Wanted to box, looked up and cases was all I had to fight (Damn)
Wanted to go to the league, I ain't make it, but I still turned out alright (I'm cool)
Fought in school and had to fight in jail, maybe I'm the problem (Maybe it's me)
**** got money in my face and left me broke, I should've robbed 'em (Should've got they ass)
Seen my **** was 'bout to crash out, feel like I could've stopped him (Damn)
It ain't 'bout gettin' to the top (What it's 'bout?), it's 'bout gettin' from off of the bottom, **** (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
My daughter askin', "Where you at? When you comin' back?"
My girl askin' me, "What's wrong? You need to relax" (Yeah)
So many people on my phone, talkin' this and that, uh (What?)
Now, what's wrong? Leave me alone (Fuck on)
Can't get no sleep, bitches abusin' my number
Either the tattlers got questions or bitches askin' for money
A thousand problems every time my phone ring
I let it ring (Let me call you right back), I don't know what to say (I don't even know what motherfuckers be wantin' to feel like, yeah, yeah)
Uh, I don't know what to say (What the fuck to say to these people, gang, like, yeah, yeah)
I don't know what to say
(Know what to say) Yeah, yeah (What to say)
[Outro]
Just let me go a couple days just without hearin' from nobody
You feel me? You know I'll call everybody in a couple days, man
This shit too much right now
Written by: Jeremiah Dickerson, Kai Hasegawa, Rodarius Green, Sean Momberger, Sterling Reynolds, Terry Wallace, Thomas Horton
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