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Wraith
2.373
Hip-Hop/Rap
Wraith foi lançado em 14 de setembro de 2018 por Same Plate como parte do álbum Possessed (EP)
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Data de lançamento14 de setembro de 2018
SeloSame Plate
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM80

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Ro Ransom
Ro Ransom
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Noah Gale
Noah Gale
Composição
Ari Starace
Ari Starace
Composição
Micah Gordon
Micah Gordon
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Micah Gordon
Micah Gordon
Produção
Jordan Barone
Jordan Barone
Engenharia (mixagem)
Peter Letros
Peter Letros
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

Smoke out the rose 'til it sting
Pop one, make me do all type of things
Wraith make me feel like me
Chain so chilly make a singer wanna creep
Why these bitches plottin' on my green?
(Why these bitches plottin' on my green?)
Messy hoes stay fuckin' up the scene (Yeah)
In or out, ain't no in-between
Grind so hard, can't remember how to sleep but
New shine, bet it make you wanna shade me
Broke boy talkin' down, it don't phase me
Head game, bet it make her go crazy
Smash once, I wake up and go Swayze
'Cause sometimes I just gotta go do my own thing
(Preach)
Flyin' through the sky, gettin' high as an angel's wings
(No, no, no, no)
Can't tell a lie, all my dawgs want the kid home safe
Left up out the hood, had to walk
Bet I come back in the Wraith
(I'ma come back in a Wraith)
(Oh, my God, yeah)
Big boy floss (Yeah)
My bitch lookin' like the movie awards
Louis the Vuitton
I invented sauce and I put that on God
New shine, bet it make you wanna shade me (Yeah)
Broke boy talkin' down, it don't phase me (Yeah)
Head game, bet it make her go crazy
Bet she runnin' out of breath tryna chase me
'Cause sometimes I just gotta go do my own thing
(Preach)
Flyin' through the sky, gettin' high as an angel's wings
(Yeah)
Can't tell a lie, all my dawgs want the kid home safe
(All my dawgs want the kid home safe)
Left up out the hood, had to walk
Bet I come back in the Wraith
I just got a new Panamera, little bitch
Ex keep playin', I might park it at her crib
L.A. Nobu, three hunnid for the fish
Vodka with the juice, I just might get motion sick
I don't need you ****, I, I
Neck and wrist is Fiji, ****, high, high
(High)
Model bitch, 6 feet ****, high, high
(Yeah, yeah, oh, no, no)
When she on her knees, I, I, I
'Cause sometimes I just gotta go do my own thing
Flyin' through the sky, gettin' high as an angel's wings
Can't tell a lie, all my dawgs want the kid home safe
(Yeah, yeah)
Left up out the hood, had to walk
Bet I come back in the Wraith
Written by: Ari Starace, Micah Gordon, Noah Gale
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