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Mob Ties
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Metal
Mob Ties foi lançado em 14 de fevereiro de 2022 por Day X Day como parte do álbum Mob Ties - Single
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Data de lançamento14 de fevereiro de 2022
SeloDay X Day
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM171

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Day X Day
Day X Day
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Asheley Turner
Asheley Turner
Composição
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Composição
D. Atkinson
D. Atkinson
Composição
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Composição
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Composição
Anthony S. Cruz
Anthony S. Cruz
Composição
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Composição
Inga Marchand
Inga Marchand
Composição
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Composição
Samuel Barnes
Samuel Barnes
Composição
Tavoris Hollins, Jr.
Tavoris Hollins, Jr.
Composição
Cory McKay
Cory McKay
Composição

Letra

Ayy, sick of these **** (Sick)
Sick of these **** (Sick, sick)
Hire some help (Help), get rid of these **** (Skrr)
Sick of this shit, move to the Ritz
Turned out the bitch (Ayy)
It is what it is, yeah
GLE, 'cause that Lambo movin' fast (Skrr)
S Class, G Class, lotta class (Sss, sss)
In a rocket and that bitch ain't got no tags (Skrr, skrr)
Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah
Sick of these **** (Sick)
Sick of these **** (Sick, sick)
Hire some help (Help), get rid of these **** (Grr)
Fuck what it was, it is what it is (What)
Whatever you did, it is what it is
And I'm so tired (tired)
I fuck with the mob and I got ties (Lotta ties, lotta ties)
Knock you off to pay their tithes (Do doo)
They want me gone but don't know why
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that
Ayy, sick of these ****
I'm sick of these ****
Hire some help, get rid of these ****
I'm not with the ra-ra
I am a Dada
My bitch in Chanel now
Your bitch in Escada (Sick, sick, sick, sick)
Yeah, and they shook
Please don't let them fool ya, I don't care how they look (Nah)
Heard all of the talkin', now it's quiet, now it's shush (Shh)
Twenty-nine is comin', they on edge when I cook (Cook)
Lead the league in scorin', man, but look at my assists (Shh)
Yes I be with Future but I like to reminisce (Yeah)
I do not forget a thing, I'm patient, it's a gift (yeah)
Try to tell 'em they ain't got to do it, they insist (they insist)
Yeah, I can tell
I just gave 'em two for forty million like Chappelle (Two)
Standin' over coffin with a hammer and a nail (Two)
Heard you hit up so and so, that name don't ring a bell, nah
Sick of these **** (Sick)
Hire some help, get rid of these ****
I'm sick of this shit (Sick, sick)
I'm runnin' a blitz (Ayy)
Whatever you did (Ayy), it is what it is
And I'm so tired (Tired)
I fuck with the mob and I got ties (Lotta ties, lotta ties)
Knock you off to pay their tithes (Do doo)
They want me gone but don't know why
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that, ayy
It's too late for all that
Written by: A. Cruz, A. Turner, Allen Ritter, Aubrey Drake Graham, C. McKay, D. Atkinson, I. Marchand, J.C. Olivier, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Niqua Jones, S. Barnes, T. Hollins Jr
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