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Kodak Black - Basement on Fire [Official Music Video]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Nickalas Turner
Nickalas Turner
Songwriter
Rayan Nami
Rayan Nami
Songwriter
Russell Pochop
Russell Pochop
Songwriter
Arnold Guitierrez
Arnold Guitierrez
Songwriter
Bill Kapri
Bill Kapri
Songwriter
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samuel Berler
Samuel Berler
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Arnoldisdead
Arnoldisdead
Producer
Goose The Guru
Goose The Guru
Producer
Rpb
Rpb
Producer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Rayan
Rayan
Producer

Tekst Utworu

The HK weighin' four pounds Niggas know it'll go down I'm ZMF, I ain't Zoe Pound I'm Zoe Mafia Make the hoe popular She used to work, Mickey D's Smokin' pills with the trees You niggas can't intervene It be too much rank come wit' me I was on the crate selling weed Get a nigga stank for no reason Then I'm on a date overseas I'm in the raves throwin' molly You out here chasin' her body She want some braces, I got her Who set the basement on fire, ya Choppin' heads and burnin' houses, nigga Coupe tèt boulе kay (the President of Haiti said that) Yeah, I'm wit' the Kutthroat Committee Get a nigga touched in his own city I ain't gon' liе, lil' mom pretty She just need a lil' butt and more titties Can't even stop gettin' high I can't even tell my people why I can't even stop playin' wit' fire I be sayin' "I change" but I lie He set the basement on fire He made a statement, oh my I was totin' the cutter already And free lil' motherfuckin' Melly I'ma set up the stu and the telly Everything I do, legendary Rock Jimmy Choo wit' Amiri These bullets gon' cut through your vest You know what it is, it's ZMF I ain't got no pain in me left I be tryna see how I can finesse somethin' You know what's next, I'ma stretch somethin' Nigga, lil' coat for the redrum It's about to be a murder Slow a lil' down and start swervin' I'm in the backseat servin' Nigga, it's a Kutthroat Bizness Yeah nigga, Kutthroat Bill Kutthroat J. Bill, Duval, uh huh I'm gettin' one wit' you, when I pull up, I get my dollar It's only lil' way we can take care of this lil' problem They just let Lil Wiz off house arrest, yea I'ma pop me a bottle God keep blessin' the squad I don't know what it is about us that he see Everybody silent, grew up robbin', I'm catchin' bodies Kutthroat, Sniper Gang, ya, SG super grimey I'm on eight pills and another dose, one more Every hour Kutthroat J. Bill, Duval, uh huh Nigga, Broward
Writer(s): Bill Kapri, Nickalas Turner, Russell Pochop, Rayan Nami, Derek Garcia, Arnold Guiterrez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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