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Cornball

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Трек «Cornball» вышел в 26 февраля 2025 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Rebel/Geffen Records»)Cornball - Single

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АльбомCornball - Single

Дата релиза26 февраля 2025 г.

ЛейблRebel/Geffen Records

Мелодичность

Акустичность

Валанс

Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM82

ОБЗОР

СЛОВА

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

Hotboii

Вокал

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

Javarri Walker

Автор песен

Jack Thierer

Автор песен

Bryan Austin Beachley

Bryan Austin Beachley

Автор песен

Gray Hawken

Автор песен

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

Yakree

Продюсер

B-Train

Продюсер

Raymond "DatRaw" Scott

Raymond "DatRaw" Scott

Инженер

Eddie Hernandez

Eddie Hernandez

Миксинг-инженер

Demitrius Lewis II

Demitrius Lewis II

Мастеринг-инженер

Gray Hawken

Продюсер

Слова

[Intro]

Fired if too much missions ain't completed

My shooters know they fired if too much missions ain't completed

My shooters know they, shooters know they

Shooters know they, shooters know they

[Chorus]

All my shooters know they fired if too much missions ain't completed

We all zombie, I'm balling with my Z like I'm Vegeta

Ho, fuck your man, that **** a ball of corn, that **** cheesy

Can't be defeated, type to get your number, don't even ring it

I told that bitch I'ma have her fucked up 'bout me, she ain't believe me

I told that bitch I'ma have to cut her off if I get caught cheating

[Verse 1]

My blues turn to Amiris, now I'm not missing no more seasons

Told team no more new ****, we killing shit for treason

On me, they all got sleepy, get 'em off that Tempur-Pedic

That RICO, beat it, **** close they eyes, they ain't wanna see it

Was facing thirty years, but still, I did that shit too easy

I'm tired of **** beefing 'bout these bitches who too easy

I'm tired of **** starting shit then copping tryna plead it

No internet, I send 'em there for real, ain't gon' tweet it

Ain't killed shit, they claiming **** work, them **** thieving

They screaming, "What's the word?" But I say, "Keep them **** grieving"

My third eye come from a bird eye, so I could see it

Don't ask me why I'm cool on all them bitches, I got reasons

I'm turnt up at my freest, Key, wish that you could see this

New year come new diseases, if you broke, you need to get treated

They know that we get active on they side for any reason

They know that we get active over there for anything

My stones too legit, it feel like walking in the rain

Put diamonds on that bitch and then I drove that bitch insane

30 up your Glock and it's gon' show you how to hang

Can't be counting favors, that's gon' show you not to gain

[Chorus]

All my shooters know they fired if too much missions ain't completed

We all zombie, I'm balling with my Z like I'm Vegeta

Ho, fuck your man, that **** a ball of corn, that **** cheesy

Can't be defeated, type to get your number, don't even ring it

I told that bitch I'ma have her fucked up 'bout me, she ain't believe me

I told that bitch I'ma have to cut her off if I get caught cheating

[Outro]

On my own island in my city, can't none of these **** just be me

Got codeine stuffed all up in a bottle like a genie

Model bitch gon' eat me if I whip out, she'll eat it

He wanna go to trial right now, hit the motion and it's speedy

Written by: Bryan Austin Beachley, Gray Hawken, Jack Thierer, Javarri Walker

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