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Hostess (feat. MORGAN)
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Dance
Hostess (feat. MORGAN) foi lançado em 3 de setembro de 2021 por Atlantic Records UK como parte do álbum Ground Control
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Data de lançamento3 de setembro de 2021
SeloAtlantic Records UK
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM176

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Rudimental
Rudimental
Interpretação
Morgan Connie Smith
Morgan Connie Smith
Vocais
Amir Amor
Amir Amor
Violão, Programação de percussão
Kesi Dryden
Kesi Dryden
Programação de percussão
Leon Rolle
Leon Rolle
Percussão, Teclados, Programação de percussão
Piers Aggett
Piers Aggett
Sintetizador, Programação de percussão
Sam Knowles
Sam Knowles
Programação de percussão
Taurean John Antoine-Chagar
Taurean John Antoine-Chagar
Saxofone
Mark Crown
Mark Crown
Trompete
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
MORGAN
MORGAN
Composição
Isaac Sakima
Isaac Sakima
Composição
Jasper Lee Harris
Jasper Lee Harris
Composição
Oliver Rodigan
Oliver Rodigan
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Rudimental
Rudimental
Produção
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Produção (adicional)
Amir Amor
Amir Amor
Produção
Kesi Dryden
Kesi Dryden
Produção
Leon Rolle
Leon Rolle
Produção
Piers Aggett
Piers Aggett
Produção
Conor Bellis
Conor Bellis
Engenharia
Kevin Grainger
Kevin Grainger
Engenharia (masterização)
Greg Freeman
Greg Freeman
Engenharia (mixagem)
Cadenza
Cadenza
Produção
Karma Kid
Karma Kid
Produção

Letra

[Verse 1]
I'm your motherfucking hostess
Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest
Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah
Locked in, tell your friends where we posted
[Verse 2]
Uh, I'm your motherfucking hostess
Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest
Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah
Locked in, tell your friends where we posted
[Verse 3]
You can pop bottles if you want
Giving off charm, hanging bitches from your arm
So you think you've got style but you don't
You're not coming in, even with your Gucci coat
I'm looking at the ice on your throat
Talking so big, boy, I hope you don't choke
Yeah, you've got a little something on your nose
You ain't coming in, it's a broke-free zone
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I know you're leasing your Lambo
Arms so jacked like you're Rambo
Yeah, I know you've never seen a bankroll
Yeah, I know you're leasing your iPhone
Play the bad boy like you're Santo, yeah
Really think you're Rocky but you're Fat Joe
Scaramooosh, do the Mitch fantago
[Verse 5]
I'm your motherfucking hostess
Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest
Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah
Locked in, tell your friends where we posted
[Verse 6]
Uh, I'm your motherfucking hostess
Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest
Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah
Locked in, tell your friends where we posted
[Verse 7]
(What you gon' do with these
Double digits, six figures, ice earrings?
What you gon' do with these?)
[Verse 8]
See me in my story in my villa
Uh, I be by the cupboard with the liquor
Uh, Queen of the desert, like Pracilla
Uh, no pre-game, no mixer, yeah
[Verse 9]
Did ya momma tell u all the dos and don'ts?
It's a girls night, should've stayed at home
Man, I could really do without your cheap cologne
You could empty out a room with your pheromones
Did ya momma tell you all the do's and don'ts?
You can't even touch me in my Saint Laurent
Tryna catch a bag, but ya can't get stoned
Brag about your boys, but you're all alone
[Verse 10]
I'm your motherfucking hostess
Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest
Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah
Locked in, tell your friends where we posted
[Verse 11]
Uh, I'm your motherfucking hostess
Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest
Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah
Locked in, tell your friends where we posted
[Verse 12]
(What you gon' do with these
Double digits, six figures, ice earrings?
What you gon' do with?)
Written by: Isaac Sakima, Jasper Lee Harris, Morgan Connie Smith, Oliver Rodigan
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