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Blackjack
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Utwór Blackjack został wydany 20 kwietnia 2012 przez Epic jako część albumu The Money Store
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Data wydania20 kwietnia 2012
WytwórniaEpic
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stefan Burnett
Stefan Burnett
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Hill
Zach Hill
Songwriter
Andy Morin
Andy Morin
Songwriter
Stefan Burnett
Stefan Burnett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Morin
Andy Morin
Producer
Zach Hill
Zach Hill
Producer

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]
How I ride, why I ride, ever really had to try
Never mind that, blackjack
Needle to the mainline junk
Prepared in a head that never came up for air
Falling apart, can't get a grip
Don't give a fuck if I did
[Verse 2]
Way shit goes
It'll be just fine
How to rob men blind
[Verse 3]
Can't do a thing, can't do a thing, can't do a thing
Can't do a thing, blackjack
[Verse 4]
Coming from that hit me until twenty one makes your chips mine
Blackjack don't trip you got the bill twenty one shots to your grill
[Verse 5]
Bow down or die every time I slap them things
Flat back chains rattling
Shawshank the box can't be contained
Man came to pick the lock
Empty the vault and leave no trace
Sleep don't wake
[Verse 6]
Hit 'em low and keep rolling to the beat, no brakes
Slow it down then accelerate
To hell it's cake, like selling weight
No middle man, made bitch mistakes
Blackjack
[Verse 7]
High king, ace to knees that place put down by G's raising the stakes
[Verse 8]
You know what's up, straight
How the fuck is that? Blackjack
You know what's up, straight
[Verse 9]
But don't forget to watch this tongue push bankroll off my lips
Who the hell are you legit
What the fuck you think man shit, blackjack
[Verse 10]
No need to count the deck, I own it
Drop that lead chin check
To your dome it's on black
Respect me zone or get caught back handed leather strap
Hit ya so hard knocked flat broke by a bloke
With that golden contact glove hold the smoke
Of most high fire bon tap, tap
Can't do a thing but fold, yeah watch that
[Verse 11]
Can't do a thing, can't do a thing, can't do a thing
[Verse 12]
Don't forget to watch this
Tongue push bankroll off my lips
Who the hell are you legit
What the fuck you think man shit
[Verse 13]
You know what's up, straight
How the fuck is that? Blackjack
[Verse 14]
Blackjack don't trip, you got the bill, twenty one shots to your grill
Written by: Andy Morin, Stefan Burnett, Zach Hill
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