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Servin
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «Servin» вышел в 27 января 2023 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «1017/Atlantic»)Clark Street Baby
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АльбомClark Street Baby
Дата релиза27 января 2023 г.
Лейбл1017/Atlantic
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
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Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM67

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
BiC Fizzle
BiC Fizzle
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jeremiah Northern
Jeremiah Northern
Автор песен
Tyrek Britt
Tyrek Britt
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Ассистент мастеринг-инженера
Kayla Holland
Kayla Holland
Ассистент мастеринг-инженера
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Мастеринг-инженер
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Миксинг-инженер
Dot
Dot
Продюсер

Слова

[Verse 1]
Sinner, I put your ho in a blender
I'm pressure, baby, come fuck with a winner
He beat on his ho 'cause I hear that he tender
Last December, we're broke in the winter
Found me a win, turnt up on these ****
I'm strapped with that pill, so don't fuck with me, ****
Look here, mix codeine with liquor
With no hesitation, she step on a ****
Boss know how to take me a loss
For their body I pay, I don't care what it cost
I throw the cross, get him lost in the sauce
He ain't from where I'm from, he don't walk how I walk
Talk how I talk, he don't know about murder
Sweet release, breakin' this shit, it leaves circles
I got a purpose, that why I be nervous
And clutchin' my .30 whenever I'm servin'
[Verse 2]
High, full geeked up, constantly swerving
Big ass chopstick, I'm ridin' dirty
Studio hard through the week, no rest and no sleep
Then trap out the spot, I don't deserve that
Know, she a G.O.A.T., back then wouldn't curb me on the four
'Cause I'm up holy, give her some clarity
You see the one-on-one on save my jersey
I'm switchin' modes so those them bitches won't lure me
[Verse 3]
I make her jump out of panties
Guarantee baby like something, you mint it
So much money I make a bitch penny
Young **** bank account cents, I get it
I'm out the roof in a Wraith in Miami
Bag was stuck to the fake bum baddie
Phone ding-ding soon as I had landed
Money keep callin' 'em, steady expanding
[Verse 4]
Sinner, I put your ho in a blender
I'm pressure, baby, come fuck with a winner
He beat on his ho 'cause I hear that he tender
Last December, we're broke in the winter
Found me a win, turnt up on these ****
I'm strapped with that pill, so don't fuck with me, ****
Look here, mix codeine with liquor
With no hesitation, she step on a ****
Boss know how to take me a loss
For their body I pay, I don't care what it cost
I throw the cross, get him lost in the sauce
He ain't from where I'm from, he don't walk how I walk
Talk how I talk, he don't know about murder
Sweet release, breakin' this shit, it leaves circles
I got a purpose, that why I be nervous
And clutchin' my .30 whenever I'm servin'
[Verse 5]
Rich, I'm icy, nic too pricey
Hatin' but they really want to be just like me
Freak ho, she ain't really come with no guidance
Front row, shawty give me head when I'm drivin'
Hellcat, and it's a demon inside her
My heart in the trenches, that's where I recite it
Straight to the top where a young **** glidin'
Been 1K for a while before war came and got me
Switch now, more **** wanna come around
Gotta question your loyalty, why you around me
Reach for my neck, now your head got a bounty
Really on tucked up on everybody who doubted me
I know you see all these shooters around me
Chase me a sack down, like I was clownin'
Break out them racks on a bitch
Cartier glitz
I got the whole hood bouncin'
[Verse 6]
Sinner, I put your ho in a blender
I'm pressure, baby, come fuck with a winner
He beat on his ho 'cause I hear that he tender
Last December, we're broke in the winter
Found me a win, turnt up on these ****
I'm strapped with that pill, so don't fuck with me, ****
Look here, mix codeine with liquor
With no hesitation, she step on a ****
Boss know how to take me a loss
For their body I pay, I don't care what it cost
I throw the cross, get him lost in the sauce
He ain't from where I'm from, he don't walk how I walk
Talk how I talk, he don't know about murder
Sweet release, breakin' this shit, it leaves circles
I got a purpose, that why I be nervous
And clutchin' my .30 whenever I'm servin'
Written by: Jeremiah Northern, Tyrek Britt
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