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Lil Poppa
Up It
24 211
Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «Up It» вышел в 7 мая 2021 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Rule #1/Interscope Records»)Blessed, I Guess
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АльбомBlessed, I Guess
Дата релиза7 мая 2021 г.
ЛейблRule #1/Interscope Records
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM77

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Lil Poppa
Lil Poppa
Рэп
Scotty OTH
Scotty OTH
Бас, Клавишные инструменты, Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Janarious Wheeler
Janarious Wheeler
Автор песен
Tony Dwayne Brown Jr.
Tony Dwayne Brown Jr.
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Scotty OTH
Scotty OTH
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Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Ассистент мастеринг-инженера
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Мастеринг-инженер, Миксинг-инженер
Earl E. Washington
Earl E. Washington
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[Verse 1]
Ay, ay, lil' one hit me, say it's done, I say I owe you one
Told my lil' cousin I ain't no star, he said, I know you one
She say she never seen real, okay, cool, I'll show you one
New chopper, this brodie gun, and I ain't talkin' bout my mama, son
Walk up, he ain't get a chance to run
ALeeke was the type that ain't fall for nothing
'Cause that young **** there was gon' stand for something
Every other night, I'm praying for something
Impossible shit like, God, can you tell me when Granny coming?
That ****, Corbin, was smarter than you think, my cards, he playing them for me
[Verse 2]
Ay, I hear **** talking all the time, but they ain't saying nothing
No, we are not from round here, might be hard to understand us
And I be feeling cursed, sometimes the Devil fuck my plans up
But you just gotta stay on your grind, lil' ****, run your bands up
Tonight I might let a fan fuck, shit, if she lucky
She trying to cuff, I put my hands up, shit, I don't trust it
And he ain't nothing, **** no longer with you 'cause he ain't up it
Prolly scared, last time his family seen him, he was dead
[Verse 3]
Now, tell me why I ain't heard from you, girl, since last week
I know when you over, you wear them shorts that show your ass cheeks
I can't let you pass me, ay, you know I roll thoinks and this bitch gassy
Better watch what you pass me
He died typing DOA, no fighting, better be the last **** that at me
Certain shit I don't play about, so be careful 'bout what you ask me
Yeah, this rap shit my passion, but it's fake as fuck, and I ain't fake enough
Full of haters, I guess I don't hate enough
If it's 'bout paper, I guess I ain't made enough
And I been taking all these downers, still can't sleep like it ain't late enough
Plenty fishes in the sea, but, silly me, I'm out here chasing her
Like, damn, if it can't be us, ain't no other way to love
She say I gotta throw away the drugs, I told her you better kill the plug
[Verse 4]
Ay, I hear **** talking all the time, but they ain't saying nothing
No, we are not from round here, might be hard to understand us
And I be feeling cursed, sometimes the Devil fuck my plans up
But you just gotta stay on your grind, lil' ****, run your bands up
Tonight I might let a fan fuck, shit, if she lucky
She trying to cuff, I put my hands up, shit, I don't trust it
And he ain't nothing, **** no longer with you 'cause he ain't up it
Prolly scared, last time his family seen, him he was dead
Written by: Janarious Wheeler, Tony Dwayne Brown Jr.

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