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Raditz
1.980
Em turnê
Hip-Hop/Rap
Raditz foi lançado em 26 de agosto de 2020 por KILL! / EMPIRE como parte do álbum Kill!
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ÁlbumKill!
Data de lançamento26 de agosto de 2020
SeloKILL! / EMPIRE
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM166

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
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Interpretação
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
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Produção

Letra

If you don't smoke crack, you're wack
Where the fat hoes?
Your bitch wanna catch my balls in her mouth like Ash Ketchum (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'ma bring the pain, it's off with his brains, he thought he could diss
Super Saiyan, I go off the chain if he run his lips
Bitch, pay me, like Frito-Lays, I'm about my chips
No safety, one in the chamber, the pistol gripped
Call me Dada, then don't call her, just hit once
Boy, shut up, won't do nada, he too puss'
No valor, Medal of Honor, my gun buss
At medulla oblongata, he bite dust (huh)
I'ma beat his brains in 'til his cranium vacant
Break shit, go fuck up some faces
All black when I'm fitted up like the Matrix
Shut up, bitch, is we fuckin'? I got no patience
Uh, yes, I'm a bastard, don't feel no guilt
Bitch, I do my dirt when I'm laughin', uh
He in my sights, he thought it was nice
I might call his bluff and attack him, uh
My money right, I got a bag
Your pockets look like they fastin', uh
He go to sleep, tell him goodnight
Shh, he need a mattress, uh
See me up the stick, he panic, uh
Beam to his tummy, no Raditz, uh
Leave his ass leakin', no bandage
Houdini, make him vanish like magic, uh
Your future grim, no Mandy, uh
Can't stand bitches, they plastic, uh
Tell her, "Give me cheeks," no Sandy, uh
I'ma give her good dick then abandon, uh
No, this shit ain't sweet, uh, bitch, I'll split your cabbage
He gon' need a genie, uh, not talking Aladdin, uh
My dick in her teeth, uh, suck me 'til I'm flaccid, uh
You could have her back, uh, that bitch pussy damaged
I'ma bring the pain, it's off with his brains, he thought he could diss
Super Saiyan, I go off the chain if he run his lips
Bitch, pay me, like Frito-Lays, I'm about my chips
No safety, one in the chamber, the pistol gripped
Call me Dada, then don't call her, just hit once
Boy, shut up, won't do nada, he too puss'
No valor, Medal of Honor, my gun buss
At medulla oblongata, he bite dust (huh)
Written by: Jonathan Whitmer
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