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FATMAN
8
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór FATMAN został wydany 30 czerwca 2024 przez Rah's Al Ghul Records jako część albumu FATMAN - Single
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Data wydania30 czerwca 2024
WytwórniaRah's Al Ghul Records
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM70

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rahul-Ghalib Verma
Rahul-Ghalib Verma
Songwriter
Kim Kenyi Lemi
Kim Kenyi Lemi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kaheal Beats
Kaheal Beats
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

You lot sit around all day talking 'bout no fear, no way
Beat up the mash no face, no case
That boy, he got scared 'cause he's fucking –
How many times did I run up on you? Make you do high knees like races
Bare man ah bruk off your lady's back at the crib with no sheets or no pillow cases
Drop had the DB wavy, I ain't gon' lie, got the mandem raving
Tongue tied when I open eye for your bitch, see your girl and her friend dem tearing
Rewind on the beat then b-line for the bad bitch, got her back end rearing
King size in the CBD or the THC, what's your mandem dealing?
When she drops her top, call her drop top. Medical aid, sirens when they pop off
Get back on them, man ah get back. Wanna test me, wanna gauge my step back
Nasty with a ten outta ten, finna go get friggly
Don't mind me when I quip like giggity. Don't mind me when I giggity (giggity)
Like Cole, I got a drop on an opp and he's black like Warhammer
Spin this coupe with no permit, low like a hermit, Bilbo...
Blade on my tongue when I spit if I rise this stick up your boy like Dada
Look how she wants some cash after one lap dance I'm not your father!
Don't bring that shit these ends
We throw fists, we don't whip out skengs
The five men at the door are not dashing
We got guys who can end your friends
Her crop top got dropped when she saw that stack
Tits fell out, Double D's got buss
Call you a dick 'cause you are what you eat
And me, I'm a bomb like FATMAN!
Raasclaat! How you fit come talk all of that smack like I ain't gonna slap up a bloodclaat fool
Wash my hands when I snack on your bitch and I did it more than one time too
You can say that I tapped that ass more than one times two, way more than you did, bru!
First in the line like A-B-C-D, EMP that P-U-S-S-Y and dine the bitch like wine
She fine like line, seen her everywhere like MTN online
Slide into her DM, make her bubble up (bubble up)
Complete that drink then I hop and slide (slide)
Slide sly, cheeky, cheeky, naughty, naughty, boy don't lie
She was never your bitch, was just your turn, now it's mine
I knew from the moment I dropped a likkle something on four of her eyes
You know how I like them geeky. Geeky girls in the front like aye!
Ayibambe, boy you pack so grande
Pull up and get that ruler, set up that fool and get him gyal chewed up
Bubblegum wrapping off of that sweetum
Grab a hold of her, pipe her like cake, twirl like ballerina
Move like Jagger, pum pum and sugar
Move like Jagger, pum pum and sugar!
Don't bring that shit these ends
We throw fists, we don't whip out skengs
The five men at the door are not dashing
We got guys who can end your friends
Her crop top got dropped when she saw that stack
Tits fell out, Double D's got buss
Call you a dick 'cause you are what you eat
And me, I'm a bomb like FATMAN!
Written by: Kim Kenyi Lemi, Rahul-Ghalib Verma
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