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Roger Dat
10
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Roger Dat został wydany 27 marca 2026 przez Priority Records jako część albumu Roger Dat - Single
album cover
Data wydania27 marca 2026
WytwórniaPriority Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM148

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skrilla
Skrilla
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jemille Edwards
Jemille Edwards
Songwriter
Vladimir Kovylyaev Pavlovich
Vladimir Kovylyaev Pavlovich
Songwriter
Vladimir Rainysh
Vladimir Rainysh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
yababykid
yababykid
Producer
Morte
Morte
Producer
Lloyd Halmon
Lloyd Halmon
Recording Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

[Intro]
Might have spoken about in this environment (Yeah)
Common? Yeah, it's common, bro
Right now, like right now, like probably dying right now
Somebody dying right now
Like how we is right now, bro
The whole bity up, right now, it's summertime
Bro, it's to the point where like, bro, on some real ****, bro
If something like that happen, we killing you, right? (Exactly)
And if, and if we don't get to get you before the cops get you, bro
When you in jail, bro, **** gonna get you in jail, this **** don't stop, bro
[Chorus]
He could have been alive if he ain't diss the homie (He could've been, Morte)
Smokin' all these dead ****, different strains like macaroni
Crunch time, I done see bro bang the 9 and I ain't lyin' (Boy, that's Babykid)
I done see bro punch a hole in **** brain, leave **** dyin' (I'm lyin', I'm flyin')
I can't feel no pain 'cause I'm on painkillers (Perkies)
Brodie bouncin' out the V, put shit to rest like Dame Lillard (Clear the scene)
These **** got me started, pop, pop, pop, he go retarded
Free FS up out the can, tell shooters go, they go the hardest (Free Stoopid)
[Verse 1]
No bap, I got hit out the 'Raq, why wouldn't I go back out there? (What the fuck?)
Go ask the road about Big Drillz, that **** dead, he in a square (Drillz)
We caught a **** on the porch, the Draco rocked him out the chair (Damn)
Them 7.62s beat the body up, the flesh shed bloody tears (Brrr)
I'm crashin' out, by end of day, we tap the scout (Crash Out Boyz)
Four deep inside a striker, five-percent tint, we en route
I swear the 67, eight, nine, hit with eleven (Eleven)
By the time ambulance pulled up to the scene, he was in Heaven (He was in Heaven)
On the reverend, I should invest inside of funeral homes
MAC-11, semi-automatic, and a switch to the dome (Doot-doot-doot)
Shit, I might pull up SRT or the coupe (Or the coupe)
Black Suburban, back to back, bulletproof tank like a troop (Like roger that)
Dare a **** try me, thou shall never slime the slime and sleaze (Thou shall never)
Alligator, check his Alezine, that shit like a disease (Like a disease)
I could tell he pussy, I could tell he had tricks up his sleeve (The **** a boy)
That's why when we walked him down, we gave him chance to beg and please (Belt to the ass)
****, fuck that
[Chorus]
He could have been alive if he ain't diss the homie (He could've been)
Smokin' all these dead ****, different strains like macaroni
Crunch time, I done see bro bang the 9 and I ain't lyin'
I done see bro punch a hole in **** brain, leave **** dyin' (I'm lyin', I'm flyin')
I can't feel no pain 'cause I'm on painkillers (Perkies)
Brodie bouncin' out the V, put shit to rest like Dame Lillard (Clear the scene)
These **** got me started, pop, pop, pop, he go retarded
Free FS up out the can, tell shooters go, they go the hardest (Like roger that)
Written by: Jemille Edwards, Vladimir Kovylyaev Pavlovich, Vladimir Rainysh
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