Gunna — Solid (feat. Duke): тексты песен, клипы и концерты

Solid (feat. Duke)

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Трек «Solid (feat. Duke)» вышел в 15 октября 2016 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «300 Entertainment»)Drip Season

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АльбомDrip Season

Дата релиза15 октября 2016 г.

Лейбл300 Entertainment

Мелодичность

Акустичность

Валанс

Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM61

ОБЗОР

СЛОВА

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

Duke

Вокал

Gunna

Вокал

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

Elias Sticken

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Jeffery Williams

Jeffery Williams

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Michael Hernandez

Michael Hernandez

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Ozan Yildirim

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Sergio Kitchens

Sergio Kitchens

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Drake

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Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass

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Слова

Dee Money ****

Eh

My name is able (my name is able)

Real shit

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Just bought a pint so the whole team can sip

(Just bought a pint so the whole team can sip)

**** talk crazy get hit in the lip

(**** talk crazy get hit in his shit)

I am so low key but I'm in the VIP

(I am so low key but I'm in the VIP)

I didn't get sent I got it on my hip

Kickin' that bitch and you know she's a rip (Woah)

I'm not the player, I'm the coach

If you want then just order the boat

I just want piece of the bread (Bread)

'Cause bitch I came for the loaf (Loaf)

Put on some shit so I can dance on the low (Huh)

Pussy get tortured and hung on a rope (Pussy get)

Cut off his finger and leave him a note (Cut off his)

When you play dirty that's how this shit go

I had to hit it, thousand pounds of dope

I had to break it down and get it sold

I got some money, went and fed the Po

I kept it silent, I would never fold

I know you remember 'cause I can see the floor

I used to broke, now I became a boss

My **** hard, the opposite of soft

I got me a Glock, I might just shoot the law

Paid for that shit and don't look at the cost

I used to be broke and now I'ma young boss

Toppin' shit on me and I might like some floss

Got a bad bit' just like Diana Ross

My **** ain't soft and I'm high as a loft

Guy look and see you no high but I'm talkin'

Christian, my Louboutin wallet be walkin'

Put your head up for an auction

Whippin' up, baby's a doctor

All the bad bitches be flockin'

Sellin' out shows and we walkin'

Pussy ass **** just blockin'

We out in public, soon as we spot 'em we poppin'

Bro you might need you a doctor

No limit soldiers, all my **** bad

We do not focus, all my **** silent

I'm not the player, I'm the coach

If you want then just order the boat

I just want piece of the bread (Bread)

'Cause bitch I came for the loaf (Loaf)

Put on some shit so I can dance on the low (Huh)

Pussy get tortured and hung on a rope (Pussy get)

Cut off his finger and leave him a note (Cut of his)

When you play dirty that's how this shit go

I had to hit it, thousand pounds of dope

I had to break it down and get it sold

I got some money, went and fed the Po

I kept it silent, I would never fold

I know you remember 'cause I can see the floor

I used to broke, now I became a boss

My **** hard, the opposite of soft

I got me a Glock, I might just shoot the law

All of my **** rock solid

**** ain't hard, they hard body (Hard body)

My is a taught borin' Gotti

Run outside wit' a stick and I caught a body (Caught a body)

Caught that AP, apologize, we sorry (Sorry)

I remember I used to rock Bacardi

Bitch I came from the bottom, bottom, bottom

I got **** that never seen a 'Rari

I was broke, went from a little to a lotta (Little to a lotta)

Went to Neiman's, yeah, caught my bitch some Prada

I went straight to Balmain, I skipped the Robin's

Gunna-Gunna can't find bitch, I cannot pop it

That lil' baby boy soft, boy he need to stop it

Got your bitch in my room, give her sloppy-toppy

Yeah that left clip the drip that tryna copy

Don't let me slip out wit' my pocket rocket

I'm not the player, I'm the coach

If you want then just order the boat

I just want piece of the bread (Bread)

'Cause bitch I came for the loaf (Loaf)

Put on some shit so I can dance on the low (Huh)

Pussy get tortured and hung on a rope (Pussy get)

Cut off his finger and leave him a note (Cut off his)

When you play dirty that's how this shit go

I had to hit it, thousand pounds of dope

I had to break it down and get it sold

I got some money, went and fed the Po

I kept it silent, I would never fold

I know you remember 'cause I can see the floor

I used to broke, now I became a boss

My **** hard, the opposite of soft

I got me a Glock, I might just shoot the law

Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Elias Sticken, Jeffery Williams, Michael Hernandez, Ozan Yildirim, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass

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