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Stranger Things
850,242
Hip-Hop/Rap
Stranger Things은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2018년 2월 25일일에 Dead Silence/Atlantic에서 발매되었습니다.Stranger Things - Single
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발매일2018년 2월 25일
라벨Dead Silence/Atlantic
언어English
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크레딧

실연 아티스트
Joyner Lucas
Joyner Lucas
보컬
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
작사가 겸 작곡가
Jordon Manswell
Jordon Manswell
작사가 겸 작곡가
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
작사가 겸 작곡가
Gary M Lucas Jr
Gary M Lucas Jr
작사가 겸 작곡가
Yusuf El
Yusuf El
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Jordon Manswell
Jordon Manswell
프로듀서
Ye Ali
Ye Ali
프로듀서

가사

[Verse 1]
Bottles in a bucket full of ice (Yeah)
Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (Celebrate)
Bitch better believe that I'm a sniper (Yeah)
You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (Celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper at artificial ****
Actin' like bitches and it started up a epidemic
It don't make a difference, ****, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
Hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (Celebrate)
You better step down to me
Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I'm dope, bitch comin' like eenie-meenie-miney-mo (Celebrate)
I don't like when I lose (I don't)
If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (Regulate)
Do anything that I want to
Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (Elevate)
[Verse 2]
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no music
Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie, but the truth is, I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life, want the food when it's supper time in the juice
But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement
[Verse 3]
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Hoe, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars
All they did was build me up, tried to take me apart
They ain't never wanna (Celebrate)
Like you have a label, Call the doctor
Heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena
All you **** sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher, stick of bubblegum, it's watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I'ma (Celebrate)
On the corner, heard you **** got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her Maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna
Yeah, I make **** (Elevate)
All you new **** don't do it for me, look
Bitchin' to professor, you a student to me, what?
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil' **** tried grabbin' me (Grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you **** like half of me
You don't wanna see the other side of me
Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
[Verse 4]
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
What you utter? Stop stutterin'
What you spend? Let me double it
Lime green 'Rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
If all you pussy **** my kids, I'm in trouble then
Shut up 'fore I spank you for actin' up
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas, 'cause she's bad as fuck
And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you 'Kross Kris', make you jump
I criss cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout the owners
****, look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (Celebrate)
And every motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they report it (Celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it
[Verse 5]
Seventy five mill, look at me now (Celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can't keep they feet down (Elevate)
You don't really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that shit, talkin' put the seat down
Joyner, I don't really feel these ****
Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these ****
Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these ****
Vet, so I'm finna good will these **** (Celebrate)
I'ma drill these ****, I should grill these ****
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these ****
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, ****
Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, ****
I say As-salāmu 'alaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, ****
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I'm guilty
I said
Come and kill me, ****
[Verse 6]
They must have forgot that I'm psycho
Oh, you want war? Say no more
Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
You better be sure, better be sure
I'm the realest **** that I know
And I'm so bored, I might switch cars
I saved a lotta money on Geico
My neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?
Bitch, I'm alright
Listen, ****, mind your business
I'm so sick of **** tellin' me how I been livin' my life (Joyner)
Sick of bumpin' shoulders, now I'm runnin' over
Every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride
I was watchin', you was shoppin'
Ain't never had the shit in my size
Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin'
And your bitch keep hittin' my line
[Verse 7]
It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch
Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And I'ma proceed and play with the pussy
You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
But I give a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin', so
(Celebrate)
Written by: Chris Brown, Jordon Manswell, Joyner Lucas, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Ye Ali
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