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ItsGoingDown
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Utwór ItsGoingDown został wydany 21 października 2022 przez MoneyTeam jako część albumu Tales From the North - EP
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Data wydania21 października 2022
WytwórniaMoneyTeam
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM85

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
lou deezi
lou deezi
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis St mary
Louis St mary
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

I'ma keep it raw, I'm off the indies now
And I just wanna talk
Baby, I'ma keep it thug
Can't let no **** walk away, or he gon' lose his mind
See, I just hit the plug, I need mud and a pack of plans
Oh, shit, that **** showin' up, damn near hit my dance
Days ago, I seen his party was in **** plans
Even though they want me took, live once, so I'm takin' a chance
Flyin' in Vans, baby sneaks, put a brand on the pants
Cartier to shade, white gull, just a glitz in my hand
'Cause I'm prepared, I picked a pistol that fit in my pocket
Called it's a rocket, it take off every time that I pop it
Gotta acknowledge that this ****'s down on my head
And I can't end up dead, so I bring Yeeky and stay on ten
I'll bring my mans, but I ain't there if it ain't with the Klan
And D got bloody police, and Da Vinci where he hold the hand
Tay got shades, and Jelenae, first choice to smell
She gon' bring the baby Drake with the voice of hell
And Marbenji is steady, stayin' with Gucci
But tonight, he finna rock the Moncler to tuck him naturally, ****
Well, we're all finna be up in there
Yeah, them **** ain't all that shit
But if I see him, I'll paint his wigs
You feel me, dog?
Look, I'ma keep it raw
I'm off the indies now, and I just wanna talk (I just wanna talk)
Baby, I'ma keep it that (I'ma keep it that)
Can't let no **** walk up weird, he gon' lose his mugs
See now we fitted up, Foddy's tucked on our way to the spot
My Mark crazy, that boy anxious, he ready to pop
Brother chill don't even trip them **** ain't on shit
I think I see the crib, just hit this left, and we can park the whimp
Lost out to world, nothin' but ho's on the front porch
For it could say like this exactly who we come for
It's done for, they had their eyes on the team, ****
See what I see, ****?
The baddest bitch I ever seen ****
I'm like, it's green, ****, let's get it crackin', I'm finna spin my shit
Before I even opened my mouth, she covered up my lips (she covered up my mouth)
Lookin' seductive, reached for somethin', I'm like what that is? (What that is?)
She pull a flask and hit me black like, baby, sip on this
Damn, bitch, I'm already lit, and put some on the tan
But fuck it, we in the function, so I put it in my hand
I kiss the flag, she kiss it back, and then I sip again
She look me in the eye and ask me why I ain't up in her pants?
(What the fuck was that?)
And where my **** blood, I'm tripping, where the fuck my gag?
Reach in my pocket, find a rocket, and I cock it back
See hella **** cutting out this bitch and they moving fast
I push my way up in the house, I'm looking for my partners
First it smell like smoke, blood on the floor, I think we got a problem (**** these shit a problem)
Look in the back, my looking gas like he tryin' to solve it
I asked what I'd ask, and he like 'Suckas was trying to surround me'
It's all around me, blood that hot that we slaughtered that homie
But ****, they don't know me and they ain't know that I had that shit on me
But I ain't blood, everybody done seen my face
But I ain't do the race, I fought back, but then here come tag
He grabbed the K, he let it spray and blew him all away
You should've saw they face, Blue Dizzy sleeves, they smiled at a race
But I'm sick, 'cause he forgot the chop, got some bursts
(And while he let it spit, he hit a bitch, he ain't gon' need a nurse)
Blood, you fuckin' lying, I'm damn near stuffed like what we finna do
Mark talkin' about a post but that shit's tough
And we just gotta move, cut about the back
Bounce that fence and head back to the coupe
I hate the streets, it's takes a dab, it's like you gotta loose
(It's take a dab, it's like you gotta lose)
(I think I hate the streets, it's take a dab, it's like you gotta lose)
(****, what the fuck, dawg?)
(Yeah, love, love)
Written by: Louis St mary, lou deezi
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