Ceiling – James Bailey, Tedy Andreas & Raw Dog: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

James Bailey, Tedy Andreas & Raw Dog

Ceiling

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór Ceiling został wydany 4 lutego 2022 przez James Bailey jako część albumu Ceiling - Single

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumCeiling - Single

Data wydania4 lutego 2022

WytwórniaJames Bailey

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM87

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tory James Hains

Tory James Hains

Songwriter

Theodore Warren

Theodore Warren

Songwriter

Chris “Raw Dog” Denson

Songwriter

Dominic Marcus Delzompo

Dominic Marcus Delzompo

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Matty Harris

Mastering Engineer

Brian Lindsay

Photography

Tekst Utworu

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Look

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I CC'd it, then sent it then repeat it

Then beat it, the beast belly been growling, need to feed it

Singing homie I ain't need need to talk about shit

I came in slanging long dick up out the brand new outfit

Like Malcolm X'in snorting talcum power in the intersection

My word is that heat on me, then buck shots thats for my protection

That's a quick lesson, quick question quit stressing

Can't deny it this quiet riot but quit pressing

Singing homie I'm on top of my shit

You sound like a sound bite of tonsils tossel-ing on the top of a dick

That's a rope-a-dope, body shots with pillowcases full of soap

Yo shit lit, like a cigarette when no one smoke to cope

Style hostile, you ho-style, you ho child

Profile the whole style to get buck wild

Gorilla punching you with the flow like its depression

You been guessing, class over end of session

All these dope beats but I kill em

Shawty wear her heart on her sleeve but I steal em

Yuh

I'm just tryna make a meek million

Got my head so big that it's on the ceiling

Yuh

R.I.P Stack Bundles My city's a mad jungle my bitches got fat bosoms

Peruvian snatch bundles Andreas I tax stubble

If you owing cash to me I pull up with brass knuckles

Iller than mankind, smoking a grape leave

Shit I got away with make the Feds wanna tase me

Keep a pistol handy dandy, that is for safety

Come at me crazy, I disfigure your body and then I'm Swayze

I studied ways of a con-artist I'm KG

Can't trust my charm girl, eventually you'll hate me

Had to get these molly's off at college town days inn

If you see an article star that its the bake-in

Like River blindness, both red eyes hot

Sip the finest on a red eye flight

I don't tread all light

Just be cautious if you said on sight

Young Andreas dawg you bet I strike

All these dope beats but I kill em

Shawty wear her heart on her sleeve but I steal em

Yuh

I'm just tryna make a meek million

Got my head so big that its on the Ceiling

Yuh

Written by: Chris “Raw Dog” Denson, Dominic Marcus Delzompo, Theodore Warren, Tory James Hains

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