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HOGAN
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Utwór HOGAN został wydany 23 października 2026 przez Kejuz Global jako część albumu EN ROUTE - EP
Data wydania23 października 2026
WytwórniaKejuz Global
JęzykEnglish
BPM139
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Tekst Utworu

When I step in the room, only right that I
Flex my bread got me feeling like Hogan (Huh)
She ride that horse, no Trojan
Whip that in got me feeling like Foden
There's bare tings at the back of the V
But I lost count, I got minimum focus
I aim clean, that's clinical bogus
Them brothers don't rate what I do what a donut
I can't trust these guys
Turn two into five while **** all riding dingers
Taking trips with the nicest women
We got them all riding with us
Them man laughed when we spoke on the vision
They tryna get in with a slice of the business
It's funny how they all start paying attention
The second they see some digits
I smell through what's fake from a distance
Taking the piss 'cause the cap don't stop
If I was a bitch I'd be in a mob
Stop chatting, stack up the pay and guap
I swear they can see I'm the light in the dark
My life come real, this ain't Photoshop
The voice crispy like it's Coco Pops
The bag ringing 'cause the phone don't stop
When I step in the room, only right that I
Flex my bread got me feeling like Hogan (Huh)
She ride that horse, no Trojan
Whip that in got me feeling like Foden
There's bare tings at the back of the V
But I lost count, I got minimum focus
I aim clean, that's clinical bogus
Them brothers don't rate what I do what a donut
My broskis gotten skidaddled
The beat came back but it left him rattled
My shawty want a round of applause
For the way that she use both hands on my mantle
Know my ting whats the shit I can't handle
Body on tap so I'm lighting my candle (Whoosh)
Sound the alarm, telling Hemi to shoot this shot from this angle
I ain't seen him in a bit (Yeah)
Where's my bro? I ain't seen him in a bit (Yeah)
One missed calls with a couple of texts
And another month slipped, I ain't seen him in a bit (Yeah)
Saying how I'm telling my brother let's cut
But he still ain't coming to ride with the kid
(Huh) twenty-four hours inside so I
Still reside where I live (Where I live)
When I step in the room, only right that I
Flex my bread got me feeling like Hogan (Huh)
She ride that horse, no Trojan
Whip that in got me feeling like Foden
There's bare tings at the back of the V
But I lost count, I got minimum focus
I aim clean, that's clinical bogus
Them brothers don't rate what I do what a donut
Written by: New Machine, daniel okereke

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