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DOPE
12.227
Hip-Hop/Rap
DOPE foi lançado em 14 de abril de 2023 por Warner Records como parte do álbum Cottonwood 2
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Data de lançamento14 de abril de 2023
SeloWarner Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM71

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocais
Fivio Foreign
Fivio Foreign
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Bryon Potts
Bryon Potts
Composição
Ferdinand Media
Ferdinand Media
Composição
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Coprodução
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Engenharia (assistente)
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Engenharia (assistente)
Rachel Blum
Rachel Blum
Engenharia (assistente)
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Engenharia (masterização)
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Engenharia (mixagem)
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Engenharia (mixagem)
Madenka
Madenka
Produção
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Engenharia (gravação)

Letra

Ayy, MADENKA, I think that's the one, you know
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na
Dope (dope, dope)
Money (money, money)
Green (green, green)
Na, na, na, na
Cold (cold) (uh, yeah)
Money (money) (uh, yuh)
Clean it
Na, na, na
****'ll kill you for what you believe in
I bought a new .40 for no reason
It's getting cold, so it's coming to season
He caught a body, he comin' through cheesin'
We ain't with none of the crying and grieving
You know that my shooters is dying to see 'em
**** can't find him he hidin' we seekin'
He in the city he dying this weekend
I took a percocet, it keep me calm
None of them **** is doing me harm
None of my bitches is doing me wrong
I keep a smile, I ain't losing my charm
I know the feds listen to this music
So I never say what I do in these songs
He send the addy, we pull up, he gone
Up close, so I ain't shotting from long
Dope (dope, dope)
Money (money, money)
Green (green, green)
Na, na, na, na
Cold (cold) (uh, yeah)
Money (money) (uh, yuh)
Clean it
Na, na, na
Ayy, duffel bag for the money, what the business is?
All across the world, servin' different citizens
I'ma make shit stretch 'til the end of end
On my knees every night, but I'ma sin again
Sorry Lord, can't say I don't know better (I don't know better)
Big stepper, 'til my toes start hurtin' ('til my toes start hurtin')
Get him killed, then write him a murder letter
Few subliminals in my verses
Big chain on my neck finna break my neck
Need a brace for my neck, mm-hmm
Hoe brain with the best, I ain't feeling her sex
So her best friend next, mhmm (let's do it)
Call collect to charter jets
Then billboard charts happen next (we go)
Got the big flex on my ex
Hold it over her head 'till she meet her death (hoe hurtin')
Declined my calls and missed my text
I know them hoes regret
I'm numb on a hoe, I ain't feelin' 'her
He could be with the kid we gon' kill him (we gon' get em)
Get the drop, then you know I'm a sinner (brrt)
No tags on the whip, no rentals, ayy (grr)
Hop out, lemme see the feet work, ****
We ain't finna shoot out no window (grr, grr)
Dope (dope, dope)
Money (money, money)
Green (green, green)
Na, na, na, na
Cold (cold) (uh, yeah)
Money (money) (uh, yuh)
Clean it
Na, na, na
Dope (dope, dope)
Money (money, money)
Green (green, green)
Na, na, na, na
Cold (cold) (uh, yeah)
Money (money) (uh, yuh)
Clean it
Na, na, na
Dope
Money
Green, na, na, na
Mm, na, na
Na, na, mm, na, na
Dope, mm, na, money, green, na, na
Written by: Bryon Potts, Ferdinand Media, Maxie Lee Ryles III
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