Teledysk

Teledysk

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucid Hipster
Lucid Hipster
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lucid Hipster
Lucid Hipster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lucid Hipster
Lucid Hipster
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Young **** Ate(8), spider
Came with the fire, lighter
Hit after hit, fighter
Still on the road like a biker
Circle got smaller, tighter
Fuck a bad bitch, a one nighter
reaching for gold, Midas
Came with the kicks, Hi-ya
They get cold feet when they be around me 'cause I'm tryna get my wrist on froze
I told these **** you live by the code, die by the code
Puff it and pass got unlimited gas like **** always on the road
I'm still in fashion(cartier)
I'm still in fashion, put me on vogue
Raising the bar like a grown up
Still 'bout my greens like a stoner
Used to pop percs now it's over
This time I got drive again God be my chauffer
**** beneath me like coasters
Still in motion rollercoaster, whoever gon' cross me send them to Jehovah
Big
Steppin'
From the 6 is where I'm reppin'
Feel like Will bitch I'm a legend
Cocaina energetic
Hipster sick I need a medic
Coulda blew in the pendemic
Keep it moving no regretting ,this time I'ma keep on dropping till I get it
Young **** Ate(8), spider
Came with the fire, lighter
Hit after hit, fighter
Still on the road like a biker
Circle got smaller, tighter
Fuck a bad bitch, a one nighter
reaching for gold, Midas
Came with the kicks, Hi-ya
They get cold feet when they be around me 'cause I'm tryna get my wrist on froze
I told these **** you live by the code, die by the code
Puff it and pass got unlimited gas like **** always on the road
I'm still in fashion(cartier)
I'm still in fashion, put me on vogue
Written by: Lucid Hipster
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