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Tribe
8065
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Tribe został wydany 1 maja 2020 przez SAVAGE MOBB ENTERTAINMENT jako część albumu Life of a Savage
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Data wydania1 maja 2020
WytwórniaSAVAGE MOBB ENTERTAINMENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM62

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
No Savage
No Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julius Wright
Julius Wright
Songwriter
Noah Settles
Noah Settles
Songwriter
Ryan Hartlove
Ryan Hartlove
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
jourdan ginyard
jourdan ginyard
Mixing Engineer
Juu2x
Juu2x
Producer
Harto Beats
Harto Beats
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Uh head of me
I don't think none of em real, most of em scared of me, scared of me
Oh that's yo old lil' bitch she givin' head to me, head to me uh uh
Head to me uh think they ahead of me
Uh think they ahead of me
I just be cautious whenever I'm fried
I'm sippin' wock but no I ain't tired
I'm wit' the mob that's a hunnit man tribe
We made a hunnit bands sellin' them pies
Can't let em dog, you bitches will try it
Can't keep loving bitches that keep switchin' sides
If I want get my opp then I'm sleepin' on mine
Trap today and tomorrow, repeating my grind
I don't be fuckin' wit' ****, they think they ahead of me, ahead of me
Most of them **** be cap and half of em scared of me, scared of me
You fell in love wit' the bitch and she givin' that head to me, head to me
I use to fuck wit' them **** now all of them dead to me, dead to me
I'm bussin' swerves in Maryland, you know I'm servin', I'm really workin' uh
Whenever I see em it's curtains, lift up the Glizzy I hit em on purpose uh
Ain't none of these **** gon' murder none
And I only fuck wit' the thoroughs ones
We in the trap wit' so many guns
Kick in his door and take all of his funds
Nobody know how I came up, that shit was hard so I had to make me a way
I could've gave em the game but all of em changed so I couldn't give it away
My bitch know I'm thuggin' so she tryin' save me
She tell me I'm wrong on a daily
A **** get hurt then that shit gon' be crazy
But it's gon' be alright I'm 'bout to be famous uh
I feel like my bitch gon' be gone 'cause it ain't no strings attached, strings attached
I'm goin' through shit on my own, I feel like a maniac, maniac
Not mad that **** got up on me, them **** had to try, had to try
It's time to put spank on they ass, I hope they ain't sad to die (sad to die)
I spank em right on his behind, say they ain't hidin', them **** lyin' uh
She lettin' me down while I'm tryin', I need a line I ain't gon' wine uh
I want em come out and play 'cause I'm tired of spyin', I'm on they line uh
Them **** think that I'm playin', whip out my iron, blow up his ride uh
I just be cautious whenever I'm fried
I'm sippin' wock but no I ain't tired
I'm wit' the mob that's a hunnit man tribe
We made a hunnit bands sellin' them pies
Can't let em dog, you bitches will try it
Can't keep loving bitches that keep switchin' sides
If I want get my opp then I'm sleepin' on mine
Trap today and tomorrow, repeating my grind
I don't be fuckin' wit' ****, they think they ahead of me, ahead of me
Most of them **** be cap and half of em scared of me, scared of me
You fell in love wit' the bitch and she givin' that head to me, head to me
I use to fuck wit' them **** now all of them dead to me, dead to me
I'm bussin' swerves in Maryland, you know I'm servin', I'm really workin' uh
Whenever I see em it's curtains, lift up the Glizzy I hit em on purpose uh
Ain't none of these **** gon' murder none
And I only fuck wit' the thoroughs ones
We in the trap wit' so many guns
Kick in his door and take all of his funds
I just be cautious whenever I'm fried
I'm sippin' wock but no I ain't tired
I'm wit' the mob that's a hunnit man tribe
We made a hunnit bands sellin' them pies
Can't let em dog, you bitches will try it
Can't keep loving bitches that keep switchin' sides
If I want get my opp then I'm sleepin' on mine
Trap today and tomorrow, repeating my grind
Written by: No Savage
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