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Digital 2
12
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Digital 2 został wydany 21 czerwca 2024 przez Houston X jako część albumu Digital 2 - Single
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Data wydania21 czerwca 2024
WytwórniaHouston X
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM65

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harold Opara
Harold Opara
Songwriter
David Opara
David Opara
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Inffabe
Inffabe
Producer
Diego Freitas
Diego Freitas
Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

I can see how you handle it
I can see how you operate
I guess he never fucking made it
I guess she never represented
I guess they never got a memo
That means he never represented
Why you tryna hold me, baby just hold me, just
Got the racks on me, got them **** nervous, yeah
Ice on my brothers, but these **** never get cash
It's all about the choppers, yeah
Yeah,
Hop in a whip, yeah, we doin' a drive-by slide, never finna die
Man, it's been a minute since I looked at the sky
We tellin' the hood goodbye (yeah)
Dripping your only shawty in designer (yeah)
You know I'm a certi provider
Takin' your money, credibility, and your ride
Finna be good, it's a minor
If I see a pussy **** near, then I'm gunning him (gang)
There be no point of you running (yeah)
Gettin' the cash money every day, with my brothers
Tell em pull up with my cousin
When I get the money bag, yeah, I be smiling
Florida hoes be wildin
Takin' your shawty for the night, she back in the morning
Me and my bros, we ballin (we ballin)
I can see how you handle it
I can see how you operate
I guess he never fucking made it
I guess she never represented
I guess they never got a memo
That means he never represented
Why you tryna hold me, baby just hold me, just
Got the racks on me, got them **** nervous, yeah
Ice on my brothers, but these **** never get cash
It's all about the choppers, yeah
Outside, with the bag, huh (outside)
Nighttime (night)
With the swag yeah, yeah
I don't give a fuck about no bitch, give a damn homie
Look at the bodies we left in the bag, David
Watch out, yeah, I gotta rock out (lil bitch)
Steppin' em Ricky's, you know how we coming
No average geeza' in London
Tell them we comin', so bring out the bottles
I'm poppin' that shit with my brothers (eh yeah)
I can go back to back bitch, and you know how it is
When you poppin' that shit, you know
Shut up bitch, yeah, shut up lil' bitch (bitch)
Shout out my ****, they up in the cut
Yeah, they selling that shit
I gotta admit that these ****'s some monsters, yeah
They keep that shit bussing
Hundreds of dollars on me
And these models on me
And they fallin' like dominoes
Yeah, yeah
Written by: David Opara, Harold Opara
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