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Split
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Split foi lançado em 7 de julho de 2023 por LoveZWill como parte do álbum RastaRockstarPopstar - EP
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Data de lançamento7 de julho de 2023
EditoraLoveZWill
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM139

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zemartis Williams
Zemartis Williams
Songwriter

Letra

That **** snitch' he a rat he get split Put a red beam on his head like a motherfuckin
Tick I ain't tryna link with you, bitch, cause my
Presence cost a ticket Got put over, then I sped off fuck the police
I'm vindictive ****, they don't even know me, speak upon
Me, that's some bitch shit Might got a demon up inside me, get you x
Off like a Wishlist just cause I got the love inside my name
Bitch, that don't mean I'm Christian Shoot the Glock until it's empty, bleach my
Hands, it ain't no witness Don't even gotta do this drill for me, my
****, they gon' split shit I know that violence not the answer
But regular **** try to harm me, so no chemo, for the cancer
Bullets turn him to a dancer Accuracy like Call of Duty, take the risk, I
wouldn't chance it Decapitation from the bullets, blood ejaculating
Never go out sad my spirits, deep, they won't forsake me
I bet I have a vision if a **** try to snake me
Back then no text back, now in person, that bitch try to rape me
Extra loaded, make me feel like I'm so fuckin' lazy
Scared to fuck her raw cause I know she might force a baby
Because I'm me and she know all these **** regular
Ain't nothin' but LoveZWill average, that **** not regular
What she said to me
That **** snitch' he a rat he get split Put a red beam on his head like a motherfuckin
Tick I ain't tryna link with you, bitch, cause my
Presence cost a ticket Got put over, then I sped off fuck the police
I'm vindictive ****, they don't even know me, speak upon
Me, that's some bitch shit Might got a demon up inside me, get you x
Off like a Wishlist just cause I got the love inside my name
Bitch, that don't mean I'm Christian Shoot the Glock until it's empty, bleach my
Hands, it ain't no witness Don't even gotta do this drill for me, my
****, they gon' split shit I know that violence not the answer
But regular **** try to harm me, so no chemo, for the cancer
Bullets turn him to a dancer Accuracy like Call of Duty, take the risk, I
Wouldn't chance it Decapitation from the bullets, blood ejaculating
Never go out sad my spirits, deep, they won't forsake me
I bet I have a vision if a **** try to snake me
Written by: Zemartis Williams
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