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On Repeat (Live)
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór On Repeat (Live) został wydany 21 lipca 2025 przez SolidDaLabel jako część albumu Long Live Kj - EP
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Data wydania21 lipca 2025
WytwórniaSolidDaLabel
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM77

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenyon Braboy
Kenyon Braboy
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenyon Braboy
Kenyon Braboy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Okpetre
Okpetre
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Know I took some L's but got it back
**** stared at Holden, told that pussy bug go right for it
We just buying that whole block, no we don't do tit for tat
Hit that street and make a mess, y'all bitch ass ain't spending back
This on God, we ain't finished yet
Then they'll cap if I call up the young crew, then they all gon' creep
We just caught some fine shit in Miami, but they all with freaks
Speak my name and I'm gon' tweet
This on God, them **** talking crazy, we bent them every week
Sounds like two of they young repeat, tryna stack a whole ticket
Every day I'm chasing all these racks, that's why I'm gon' get it
I don't even gotta leave my spot, I'm on my phone with it
Every day I'm steady stacking pics, so I ain't got no limit
I can't even get no sleep, every day I'm tryna creep
**** talking crazy, know they broke in here, could talk it cheap
Lil' bro just hopped out on feet, I always tryna walk some down
I'm talking about every day of the week, **** bought this jacket going down
I got that switch on, know I took some L's but got it back
**** stared at Holden, told that pussy bug go right for it
We just buying that whole block, no we don't do tit for tat
Hit that street and make a mess, y'all bitch ass ain't spending back
This on God, we ain't finished yet
Then I'll cap if I call up the young crew, then they all gon' creep
We just caught some fine shit in Miami, but they all with freaks
Speak my name and I'm gon' tweet, this on God
Them **** talking crazy, we betting them every week
Sounds like two of they young repeat, phone and aiming at this grill
I just told lil' bro to chill, bitch we really in that field
Let your clique so you get killed, I ain't really bounce
I kept my man bitch, I don't even need a pill
I remember my wuss name got smacked, he tryna run up the hill
**** out here cuffing scram, we pop, we just live the yams
Try this shit, I bet you blam
**** die, they ever trap my family, no I don't give a damn
I just pour the whole pint, we just throw the blunt with wham
Try this shit, you down, count
Know I took some L's, but got it back
**** stare, they hold and talk that pussy bug go right for it
We just buying that whole block, no we don't do tit for tat
Hit that street and make a mess, y'all bitch ass ain't spending back
This on God, we ain't finished yet
Then I'll cap if I call up the young crew, then they all gon' creep
We just caught some fine shit in Miami, but they all with freaks
Speak my name and I gon' tweet
This on God, them **** talking crazy, we bent them every week
Since the 2 day, I don't repeat
Thanks for watching
Written by: Kenyon Braboy
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