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Average
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «Average» вышел в 14 июля 2021 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Republic Records»)epiphany
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Альбомepiphany
Дата релиза14 июля 2021 г.
ЛейблRepublic Records
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM141

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
KA$HDAMI
KA$HDAMI
Исполнитель
David Wallace
David Wallace
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
David Wallace
David Wallace
Автор песен
Will Taylor
Will Taylor
Автор песен
Milan Victor Pieter Victor Pieter Waterhout
Milan Victor Pieter Victor Pieter Waterhout
Автор песен
Tywonn Within
Tywonn Within
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Fwthis1will
Fwthis1will
Продюсер
1ksensei
1ksensei
Продюсер
Milanezie
Milanezie
Продюсер
Robert Gemmel
Robert Gemmel
Миксинг-инженер

Слова

[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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