Plastic - Baby Smoove: 노래 가사, 뮤직 비디오 및 콘서트

Plastic

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Plastic은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2019년 4월 13일일에 Never Stop Cashin에서 발매되었습니다.Flawless

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발매일2019년 4월 13일

라벨Never Stop Cashin

언어English

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발랑스

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BPM92

개요

가사

크레딧

실연 아티스트

Baby Smoove

보컬

작곡 및 작사

Jaelin Parker

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가사

[Verse 1]

I play with plastic, this ain't really got a smell

But when I'm on the road, I'ma hide them pieces well

If I get locked up, they gon' try to add some years

I woulda known that indictment, but it's tatted on my skin

[Verse 2]

This shit real, snap my fingers, I can get a **** peeled

I been in the booth, but I'm thinkin' 'bout the field

New bitch like Fendi, but she YSL'd her heels

Walkin' through Somerset with a bag on me, for real

Painkillers in my pocket, I'ma take 'em till I heal

I'll be in the trenches, you ain't in your hood, for real

My **** got a low number, I might show my other skills

And you thought it was some pounds, but it's proof that I ain't kill

[Verse 3]

My ****, tell me what you want, what you need

Yeah, that shit around from the phones to the beans

Need every kind of whip, from the coupes to the sleaze

I got model bitches tryna suck me through the jeans

I got some white hot, 'bout to pour up inna cream

**** out here tough as hell, but ain't never got no cheese

You gon' make a fake page to say what you want to me

I ain't gotta search for hoes, all of 'em find me

[Verse 4]

Boy, you ain't gettin' off, somebody need to put you on

**** rappin' 'bout the kitchen, but ain't never touched the stove

I'm in and out of stores, bitch, I'll call you when I'm home

But I'll be home in a week 'cause right now, I'm on the road

These **** tell it all when a little pressure on

You can hear the pain in my shit, ****, that's my sauce

So in love with this money, I can't stand me bein' broke

**** play with my name, we gon' hang 'em by his throat

[Verse 5]

This shit real, snap my fingers, I can get a **** peeled

I been in the booth, but I'm thinkin' 'bout the field

New bitch like Fendi, but she YSL'd her heels

Walkin' through Somerset with a bag on me, for real

Painkillers in my pocket, I'ma take 'em till I heal

I'll be in the trenches, you ain't in your hood, for real

My **** got a low number, I might show my other skills

And you thought it was some pounds, but it's proof that I ain't kill

[Verse 6]

Three gram wood to the face, I'm not passin'

Most these **** characters, in these raps, they be actin'

I ain't really like these rap ****, they be cappin'

If **** want smoke, it's on the flo', I ain't cappin'

If you don't buy the whole damn pack, ****, why you askin'?

Havin' dreams that I'm rich, I woke up, and made it happen

Fell asleep with my cup, and woke up to a package

Turnin' nothing into something, **** think I know magic

[Verse 7]

I play with plastic, this ain't got a smell

But when I'm on the road, I'ma hide them pieces

If I, they gon'

I woulda known that indictment, but it's tatted on my skin

[Verse 8]

This shit real, snap my fingers, I can get a **** peeled

I been in the booth, but I'm thinkin' 'bout the new light

But she YSL'd her heels, walkin' through Somerset with a bag on me, for real

Painkillers in my, I'ma take 'em till I heal

I'll be in the trenches, you ain't in your hood, for real

**** got a low, I might show my other

And you thought it was some, but it's, it ain't

Ay, ay

Written by: Jaelin Parker

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