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Gamble
4
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Gamble został wydany 10 marca 2020 przez A.A.M.B (All Bout My Brothers) Records jako część albumu Raised Different
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Data wydania10 marca 2020
WytwórniaA.A.M.B (All Bout My Brothers) Records
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM82

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lazz Quinn
Lazz Quinn
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Mmmmm
Momma!
This what my Momma told me
Momma told me to stop showing love to muh'fuckas...
And she know that they ain't showing no love back
You know, I'm putting all this energy into fuck ****
Pft... guess I gotta choose better friends...
Momma told me to stop showin' love to **** who don't show it back to me (yeah)
Like Google that chrome is on my hip, all the time you'd think it was attached to me (was attached to me, yeah)
And I don't know who got my back, I don't know who mean good or bad to me (yeah)
And **** know I'm really that, you might die from bluffing tryna gamble me
Boom! Play with your life you play with me... ha!
I say "bet it all", on my **** I'd bet it all
Hard as rock, that mean we don't bend at all
Out here grinding hard, I'm Tryna win it all
But it's hard to win at all, when you was dealt these cards
**** ain't real at all, So I don't get involved
Pay attention to my intuition, it's never off
When I met u, sum just wasn't right to me shit was off
Soon as I Turned around I was stabbed and the blade was sharp
Then u try to be rational when it get crazy
You was good for your loyalty, then you got lazy
Run it up I need millions so bitch I'm chasin' paper
Fuck them ****, I'm just trying to feed my baby
Momma told me to stop showin' love to **** who don't show it back to me (yeah)
Like Google that chrome is on my hip, all the time you'd think it was attached to me (was attached to me, yeah)
And I don't know who got my back, I don't know who mean good or bad to me (yeah)
And **** know I'm really that, you might die from bluffing tryna gamble me
Play with your life you play with me... ha!
It's pain, It's pain, it's pain
Through the pain I'm trying to maintain
All this rain, this rain, this rain
I just pray for sunny days
But until then I'll be thuggin' riding with this fuckin lead out
Thinking shit here sweet and try to lick me, get a headshot
Fuck who ever want it I'll take him and all his mans out
Bullets strictly hollows when the hit u they gone spread out
Oh
Aye I feel like Neyo in the early 2000's
So sick of love songs
I be hearin' love songs and I get so sick
Cause I think of the love and the time I spent
Till I fell down bad, **** ain't help shit
They ain't care till they seen I was off my dick yeah
Momma told me to stop showin' love to **** who don't show it back to me (yeah)
Like Google that chrome is on my hip, all the time you'd think it was attached to me (was attached to me, yeah)
And I don't know who got my back, I don't know who mean good or bad to me (yeah)
And **** know I'm really that, you might die from bluffing tryna gamble me
Play with your life you play with me... ha!
Written by: Lazz Quinn
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