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Delicate
52
Hip-Hop/Rap
Delicate foi lançado em 5 de junho de 2022 por Cashout Mike como parte do álbum Delicate - Single
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Data de lançamento5 de junho de 2022
EditoraCashout Mike
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM82

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cashout Mike
Cashout Mike
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Andrew Barbaro
Michael Andrew Barbaro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Andrew Barbaro
Michael Andrew Barbaro
Producer

Letra

He don't want that pressure
Choppa geek him out
Bullets put his face up in the dirt
And now he freakin' out
Perky hit that boy right in the mental
Now he tweakin' out
No double cup or nothin'
Bitch you goofy, that shit leakin' out
Peakin' out, why the feds keep peakin' out?
Bitch I got no thoughts up in my brain
I swear I'm thinkin' out
You talk hot on the internet
You pussy, might aswell say "Meow"
I graduated from all of these goofy's
Where's my fucken' gown?
I'm the greatest, I'm a leader
Where's my fucken' crown?
Why you hatin'?
Why you feinin'?
Bitch I'm smokin' loud
Choppa turn that boy into a skeleton
Natural selection, that shit was so evident
Choppin' up this wood, this shit is heaven sent
I just wanna get bread, countin' up these dividends
Pack up in my pocket, shit is delicate
I just need my opps dead, if you know we spin again
I like gettin' money for the hell of it
Chop take off his head, he flyin' like a Pelican
Geeked up, bitch I'm really geeked up
This choppa move your seat up
My diamonds like a freezer (She's geeza)
Fleeked up, bitch you feelin' freaked up
Bitch I really peaked up
This money needa keep up (With us)
Creepin' up, she never diggin' deep enough
I swear to god I had enough
That fit is lookin' really tough (She ain't, uh)
He don't want that pressure
Choppa geek him out
Bullets put his face up in the dirt
And now he freakin' out
Perky hit that boy right in the mental
Now he tweakin' out
No double cup or nothin'
Bitch you goofy, that shit leakin' out
Peakin' out, why the feds keep peakin' out?
Bitch I got no thoughts up in my brain
I swear I'm thinkin' out
You talk hot on the internet
You pussy, might aswell say "Meow"
I graduated from all of these goofy's
Where's my fucken' gown?
I'm the greatest, I'm a leader
Where's my fucken' crown?
Why you hatin'?
Why you feinin'?
Bitch I'm smokin' loud
Choppa turn that boy into a skeleton
Natural selection, that shit was so evident
Choppin' up this wood, this shit is heaven sent
I just wanna get bread, countin' up these dividends
Pack up in my pocket, shit is delicate
I just need my opps dead, if you know we spin again
I like gettin' money for the hell of it
Chop take off his head, he flyin' like a Pelican
Geeked up, bitch I'm really geeked up
This choppa move your seat up
My diamonds like a freezer (She's geeza)
Fleeked up, bitch you feelin' freaked up
Bitch I really peaked up
This money needa keep up (With us)
Creepin' up, she never diggin' deep enough
I swear to god I had enough
That fit is lookin' really tough (She ain't, uh)
Written by: Michael Andrew Barbaro
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