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Average
989
Hip-Hop/Rap
Average foi lançado em 14 de julho de 2021 por Republic Records como parte do álbum epiphany
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Álbumepiphany
Data de lançamento14 de julho de 2021
EditoraRepublic Records
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM141

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
KA$HDAMI
KA$HDAMI
Performer
David Wallace
David Wallace
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Wallace
David Wallace
Composer
Will Taylor
Will Taylor
Composer
Milan Victor Pieter Victor Pieter Waterhout
Milan Victor Pieter Victor Pieter Waterhout
Composer
Tywonn Within
Tywonn Within
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fwthis1will
Fwthis1will
Producer
1ksensei
1ksensei
Producer
Milanezie
Milanezie
Producer
Robert Gemmel
Robert Gemmel
Mixing Engineer

Letra

[Intro]
(You gon' fuck with this one, Will)
Fah, fah
(Je t'aime Milanezie)
Yeah, gang
(Sensei, I hate you)
Yeah
[Chorus]
If he think he a don, I kick him like the Mavericks
Smoke top shelf, this shit ain't average
Runnin' from 12, ****, yeah, we blitzin'
Red beam on my Glock, guess it's with the precision
These **** be cappin', they never do missions
I don't like to talk, my Glock do all the spittin'
I'm not from Earth, I'm from a new dimension
I'm gettin' this money, that shit is a given
[Verse 1]
Got a Glock with a scope, I'ma zoom, no OptiFine
If you really want smoke, I ain't hard to find
Think he better than me, boy, you lost your mind
Boy, you not my gang, no, you is not my kind
I can't go broke 'cause it don't make sense
I'ma cop what I want, I don't care what I spend
Just flew out to L.A., I'm posted with Taz
Just like a tortilla, cross me then it's wraps
I ain't talkin' machine, how I spit facts
That boy livin' a dream, these hollows make him nap
That ho fiend for the dick, she take it in the back
And I woke up today and I made fifty racks
I know you cap rap, it's concernin'
Countin' up big racks 'cause I earned it
Whip out the stick, now that **** squirmin'
Seen too-too-too much money, I've been affirmin'
[Chorus]
If he think he a don, I kick him like the Mavericks
Smoke top shelf, this shit ain't average
Runnin' from 12, ****, yeah, we blitzin'
Red beam on my Glock, guess it's with the precision
These **** be cappin', they never do missions
I don't like to talk, my Glock do all the spittin'
I'm not from Earth, I'm from a new dimension
I'm gettin' this money, that shit is a given
[Outro]
If he think he a don, I kick him like the Mavericks
Smoke top shelf, this shit ain't average
Runnin' from 12, ****, yeah, we blitzin'
Red beam on my Glock, guess it's with the precision
These **** be cappin', they never do missions
I don't like to talk, my Glock do all the spittin'
I'm not from Earth, I'm from a new dimension
I'm gettin' this money, that shit is a given
Got a Glock with a scope, I'ma zoom, no OptiFine
If you really want smoke, I ain't hard to find
Think he better than me, boy, you lost your mind
Boy, you not my gang, no, you is not my kind
I can't go broke 'cause it don't make sense
I'ma cop what I want, I don't care what I spend
Just flew out to L.A., I'm posted with Taz
Just like a tortilla, cross me then it's wraps
Written by: David Wallace, Milan Victor Pieter Victor Pieter Waterhout, Tywonn Within, Will Taylor
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