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TIMEOUT (FREESTYLE)
Hip-Hop/Rap
TIMEOUT (FREESTYLE) foi lançado em 11 de setembro de 2024 por capT records como parte do álbum 1000 Words
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Data de lançamento11 de setembro de 2024
SelocapT records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM78

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Elijah Fogler
Elijah Fogler
Composição
Aaliyah Alexandra Fogler
Aaliyah Alexandra Fogler
Composição
Christian Wright
Christian Wright
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
X9beatz
X9beatz
Produção

Letra

I'm a bad bitch slayin', a good pipe layin' Housewife takin', play a motherfucker
I'm a big rack makin', chronic paper chasin' Blue strips savin', hustlin' motherfucker
This **** brought his bitch around, I introduce her to the dawgs
She ain't listenin' to Capt, make that hoe go face the wall
She in time out, when she comin' out, take off them drawers
Ain't no eeny, meeny, miny, moe, that bitch gon' fuck us all
When the rent due, she get extra freaky with the knob
It's like I'm orderin' off the menu, tell her, give me extra slob
It ain't trickin' if you got it, bitch, I'm Capt, I got it all
You would think my name was Ash, cause how much I throw my balls
Scrollin' through my phone, you would think I caught them all
I got three in every state, and a few that's overseas
They all know the rules, when you with Capt, you don't use your feet
Keep that bitch on her knees, with her hands behind her back
Like a prisoner of war, but she never been to Iraq
I ain't got no problem with them **** that been hatin
Keep bringin' my name up, you know how much I'm makin
Hunnid grand, man, I could show you tax statements
If I point to that ****, he gon' get a spankin
Ain't gotta say a word, my youngins know just what I'm thinkin
They called me Capt, even back when I was lower rankin
Take my chains off in the booth, I don't like the clankin
Don't bring no new **** around me, that shit make me anxious
They act suspicious, drop em off, paramedics bring blankets
The only thing that cause my nerves is when I'm countin' franklins
Just put it in a money machine, I ain't got much patience
Them DJs take you as a joke, I'm treated like a heart attack
Yo hoe knockin' down some wood, we just call it lumberjack
She go past that welcome mat, then you probably won't get her back
Only approached her cause her ass was fat, hit it from the back
She throw it back, you know the result of that, whole lotta clappin
Them **** in a fraternity, whole lotta cappers
We be steppin', got a problem, let's address it Shoot the messenger, that's how I send a message
I suggest you tuck your necklace
The youngest been movin' reckless, actin' wild and they restless
Hittin' licks and gettin' on Instagram live for the flexin
I refuse for my death to be another ****'s blessing
I'ma keep on countin' blue strips and clutchin' this Smith & Wesson
Clutchin' this Smith & Wesson
Written by: Aaliyah Alexandra Fogler, Christian Wright, Elijah Otis Fogler
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