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CDG
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W trasie
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór CDG został wydany 31 października 2020 przez Cecil Park Records jako część albumu </3²
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Album</3²
Data wydania31 października 2020
WytwórniaCecil Park Records
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM119

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yxngflair
Yxngflair
Producer

Tekst Utworu

I keep some racks in an Undercover bag
And my new bitch
She supermodel bad
We just hit the E-way
Now we going stupid fast
I just hopped on the road
And came back with some stupid cash
I heard he a bitch ****
So we on his ass
No, I can't get with you
Gotta call you back
Yeah, I know they talking shit
But we not stunting that
Yeah, I know that I'm the shit
But I be humble, man
Lil' bitch, I'm the president
Lonely Obama, man
And I think it's evident
I'm not a normal man
I just hit Rodeo
I spent a few thousand
I just locked in the stu'
For like more than a few hours
They bitches, they hating
These fuck **** too sour
I'm hot just like Satan
I'm shitting on you cowards
Before I fuck the bitch
Make her take two showers
I'm in it, I'm hitting it
Yeah, I got horsepower
This new whip that I'm whipping this shit
It got horsepower
This AK gon' come through and kick your lil' door down
Yeah, I like designer things
I fill my life up with the finer things
I know they don't like us
But we young, ****, what that mean?
And they say they up but it's not it seems
Yeah, I got nines busting out my jeans
Different color rocks filling up my fingers
Different color broads feeling all on me
Different type of lifestyle, living dreams
Changing up her lifestyle, she with me
I can change your life
Baby, come and see
Brand new Comme des Garçons
Shit from overseas
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
I keep some racks in an Undercover bag
And my new bitch
She supermodel bad
We just hit the E-way
Now we going stupid fast
I just hopped on the road
And came back with some stupid cash
I heard he a bitch ****
So we on his ass
No, I can't get with you
Gotta call you back
Yeah, I like designer things
I fill my life up with the finer things
I know they don't like us
But we young ****, what that mean?
And they say they up but it's not it seems
Yeah, I got nines busting out my jeans
Different color rocks filling up my fingers
Different color broads feeling all on me
Written by: Bobby Sandimanie III
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