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Mr. & Mrs. Smith (Feat. Wynne)
787
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mr. & Mrs. Smith (Feat. Wynne)은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2025년 6월 20일일에 GoodTalk에서 발매되었습니다.Run For The Arts
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발매일2025년 6월 20일
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크레딧

실연 아티스트
Milc
Milc
실연자
spinitch
spinitch
실연자
Wynne
Wynne
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Wynne
Wynne
작사가 겸 작곡가
Benjamin Johnson
Benjamin Johnson
작사가 겸 작곡가
Spencer Smyth
Spencer Smyth
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
spinitch
spinitch
프로듀서

가사

I’m the best and the rest is on home team
Press a circle like I’m tryna get back to the home screen
Switch out a sim card and wipe the phone clean
They wanted me to play ball, I had my own dream
Nightmare’s what I’m closer to
Bro told me you don’t get props for doing what you supposed to do
Watch these weirdos that’s tryna get close to you
They’ll hold a toast to you, then put the toast to you
Northeast proposed to me, yeah I’m from that
Most don’t ever leave because they afraid to come back
Had some bumps on the road
She in the back seat of the Uber doing key bumps on the road
Now they tryna talk him down, tryna front him the load
Rich if they make it back to they humble abode
Townhouse to the bungalow, one above when it’s one below
In my puffy coat, runny nose til I run the globe
Rhymes should be read from a scroll, that summer stole
Our innocence and stunt our growth a hundred fold
Fold a hundred, slip it to my youngin his stomach full
No sheep’s clothin’ when we run with wolves
Not just the heart of the city, I become the pulse
Zeus sculpted my arms and threw out a thunderbolt
Kickin back like Rocky, Tum Tum and Colt
Separate the juice from the pulp, Bruce from the Hulk, uh
God MC like Rakim, Kool G and Kane
Spit it like B.I.G. with the coogi and the cane
Quotin’ Juicy, smoke a loosie in the rain
Devil’s seduced me and introduced me to the game
Stay prayed up no matter how it ends
Powerless people, havin’ power trips, don’t let the cowards win
Juwan Howard how I put these hours in
Seen him check six figures out a parking lot at Albertsons
Wolf side
I call the plays I’m in my Doris Burkin bag,
It’s just me and 20 pairs of boxers on the stage,
Everything they do, I do and do it on the rag
On the reg, I put portland, on top like the white stag
White flags when they bar with us, no bar hopping
Large coffins for spin’ beats, put it on wax like car washing
Gobstopper cheeks, I got a large bottom so I
Keep the pepper spray on my hip cuz men round me get hard often
Start stopping ‘fore you start with me my shirt hard like an artery
It’s jaw dropping to you but it’s just a bar to me, I’m jaded
Either fond of me or you hating, coulda made it in finance
But the cool rapper points outweighed it, that’s how dumb you sound
I think they’ll come around, biggest of the underground
If you broke up with your girl then you should call her like a button down
My man likes me thick so when we fuck its like a cupping sound
No loopholes in my genes it’s still not hard for me to buckle down
I’m like if Milc was a baddie don’t at me
I’m fresh to the core like a mint patty, move in silence like boo radley
Till the fans blew up my spot I gotta get a new addy
Got a boyfriend, a new daddy, what’s my rate? Who’s asking?
Fuck Zuck, but I never met-a-verse I couldn’t body
No beat could stop me, this the shit they copy, walkie-talkie
L.A. want me but Portland got me and this where I’mma stay
Now that Dame’s gone they treat me like I’m Dame
Got a giant peach like James so he worries ‘bout my whereabouts
Wear me out like a coat, stalk me on a fake account
Care about, art over money but i want a fair amount
And once I get the paper imma throw it like a paper route
I dive in, I’m dining, beat driving it feel like flavor town
Milc, spinitch, and honey, uhn, come bring your plate around
Danger mouse type flow, which should I kill, Salem trials
Stay tuned next time, please don’t change your dials
Written by: Benjamin Johnson, Sina Wynne, Spencer Smyth
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