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Slide
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Slide은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2023년 3월 3일일에 4264552 Records DK에서 발매되었습니다.Meet the QuoTa, Vol. 1
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발매일2023년 3월 3일
라벨4264552 Records DK
언어English
멜로디에 강한 음악
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발랑스
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크레딧

실연 아티스트
BBG Steppaa
BBG Steppaa
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Kennith Francis
Kennith Francis
작곡가

가사

Ayy, Bob, bitch
I'm tryna slide (On bro), but the opps ain't never outside (They not)
Pop me a pill, I'm 'bout to nod
I'm too fried, gotta close my eyes (It's sad)
Lil' bro dissin', I'm really tired
Up from the hip, now he expired (He gone)
Outside of his house like a spy
Tryna catch lil' bro and send em' up to God, like
And I'm sick of these ****, keep dissin' me
And I'm done, showin' that sympathy
I don't respond, don't mean that you bitchin' me
I'm tryna swing through yo' hood (Grrah), drop a fifty piece
And I'ma make it, you **** ain't gettin' me (On bro)
Come and try, you gon' go down in history (Grrah)
What makes you think that I don't keep a blick on me?
What makes you think that I don't keep a blick on me?
If I up, on bro, I'ma buss it
I catch a opp, he get clapped in public (On bro)
Got away, see the ambulance rushin'
Oh, nah, brodie got rushed in
Got big sticks, you would think we was Russian
BBG, he hot like the oven
Lotta' **** claimin' that they gon' touch him
Lotta' **** claimin' that they gon' touch him (They ain't doin' shit)
I ain't worried, **** just talkin'
Don't shoot from afar, bitch, I rather walk in
Got a better chance hittin' my target
Caught a mask shot right, turned into a target
He in this wood, now I'm finna spark it (On bro)
Hell no, shit taste lil garbage
Brodie a shooter, he catch 'em more often
Brodie a shooter, he catch 'em more often
Fuck the cops and free lil' slime
**** know that that's Mr. 8-O-Flock (Listen)
He tryna wolf, just tell 'em to stop
I ain't got no time, bitch, I'm tryna pop
Cops tryna hop on my son pop (On bro)
Know we lost 'em, we ain't just rock
Cops tryna hop on my son pop (On bro)
Know we lost 'em, we ain't just rock
I'm tryna slide, but the opps ain't never outside
Pop me a pill, I'm 'bout to nod (On bro)
I'm too fried, gotta close my eyes
Lil' bro dissin', I'm really tired
Up from the hip, now he expired (On bro)
Outside of his house like a spy
Tryna catch lil' bro and send 'em up to God, like
Written by: Kennith Francis
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