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HOODRAT
5.533
Em turnê
Hip-Hop/Rap
HOODRAT foi lançado em 20 de novembro de 2024 por RCA Records Label como parte do álbum Angel Eyes
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Data de lançamento20 de novembro de 2024
SeloRCA Records Label
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM77

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Edwin Green
Edwin Green
Composição
FearDorian
FearDorian
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
FearDorian
FearDorian
Produção
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Engenharia (masterização)
James Kang
James Kang
Engenharia (mixagem)

Letra

[Chorus]
I know a few rugrats, ridin' 'round with that Tommy gun
I been 'round them hoodrats, I know I'm my mama's son
Straighten up when that money come
It spread like Omicron
My **** in chain gang watchin' anime, he a comic-con
You was out of play for speakin' on beef, you must have wanted some
I was out of space to find your speaker because I wanted some
These young **** wild, I understand, sometimes I run with some
We been livin' fast, thinkin' fast, ever day was Ramadan
[PostChorus]
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a fuckin' soul, I take that heat to sleep
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a fuckin' soul, I take that heat to sleep
Woah
[Verse 1]
Huh, huh, huh
Grandad had a heart attack, I don't got no heart attached
Whenever the aliens find my art, it'll be a artifact
Whenever my cousin find my Glock, it'll be a mod attached
I be tryna front when you around, actin' like I'm not attached
By the time I finish this song, my account gon' get a hundred racks
I was dreamin' 'bout this in seventh grade, they was tellin' me not to rap
Huh, huh, huh, huh
These **** need to mind they business
These **** need to find they bitches
I don't gotta reload my clip
These **** know mine extended
She tell me she proud to lick me
We puttin' on Prada, Fendi
When she put on her bra, it's Fenty
My **** be robbin', Fenty
[Chorus]
I know a few rugrats, ridin' 'round with that Tommy gun
I been 'round them hoodrats, I know I'm my mama's son
Straighten up when that money come
It spread like Omicron
My **** in chain gang watchin' anime, he a comic-con
You was out of play for speakin' on beef, you must have wanted some
I was out of space to find your speaker because I wanted some
These young **** wild, I understand, sometimes I run with some
[PostChorus]
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a fuckin' soul, I take that heat to sleep
I was geeked on Peter street
I don't think I need to sleep
I don't trust a fuckin' soul, I take that heat to sleep
Woah
Written by: Edwin Green, FearDorian
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