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Twisted!
4184
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Twisted! został wydany 5 listopada 2021 przez CLBN LLC jako część albumu TWOPOINTFIVE
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Data wydania5 listopada 2021
WytwórniaCLBN LLC
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM84

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aminé
Aminé
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Songwriter
aksel arvid
aksel arvid
Songwriter
Peder Losnegård
Peder Losnegård
Songwriter
Irvin Mejia
Irvin Mejia
Songwriter
Adam Aminé Daniel
Adam Aminé Daniel
Songwriter
Rickey Thompson
Rickey Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lido
Lido
Producer
Pasqué
Pasqué
Producer
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Producer
aksel arvid
aksel arvid
Producer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
Luca Brown
Luca Brown
Studio Personnel
Aleksei
Aleksei
Recording Engineer

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]
'Scuse me
[Verse 2]
Y'all got me fucked up
Please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck
Damn, we got em sick, huh
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a **** put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a **** put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a **** put his wrist up
[Verse 3]
Got these **** mad and that envy shit is tragic
Young Aminé, baby, please don't, please don't, please don't touch my baggage
I'm so motherfuckin' pretty, put my face up on a jacket
Talkin' 'bout me like I care but I'm at Disney doin' acid
[Verse 4]
I got a bitch that's bad
And a bitch that's super freaky, she got hella ass
Vanmoof on my bike, I let that drama pass
**** show some love, but tell me what's the catch
Tell me what's the catch
[Verse 5]
Y'all got me fucked up
Please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck
Damn we got 'em sick, huh
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a **** put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a **** put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Said she couldn't find me, so a **** put his wrist up
[Verse 6]
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
You can't get that shit from me
Rappers wanna send a verse
I tell 'em send a warranty
[Verse 7]
My ice real, yours make-believe
**** sweet, I'm sugar free
Flight to Paris in the morning but my pants is Japanese (I think that's him)
Rolling deep (Really deep)
Like Adele (Oh my god)
Call my folks (Huh)
Tell 'em I'm doin' well
I'm ducked off somewhere in the cut
Said she can't see in the club, so I put my wrist up
[Verse 8]
Y'all got me fucked up
Please don't get me fucked up
Now I'm really up, fuck
Damn, we got 'em sick, huh
Hundred thousand flights
Pockets looking like they bricks, huh
Said she couldn't find me, so a **** put his wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Wrist up
Y'all got me fucked up
Written by: Adam Daniel, Aksel Arvid Hauge, Irvin Mejia, Peder Losnegård, Westen Weiss
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