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Two Eighty Five Souf
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «Two Eighty Five Souf» вышел в 31 октября 2025 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Elgin Ecyoj, Peace Infinite»)Off The Shenanigans
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Дата релиза31 октября 2025 г.
ЛейблElgin Ecyoj, Peace Infinite
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM78

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Elgin Ecyoj
Elgin Ecyoj
Рэп
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Elgin Ecyoj
Elgin Ecyoj
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Elgin Ecyoj
Elgin Ecyoj
Инженер
Thida
Thida
Продюсер

Слова

Red lights, in the Grand Prix
Ain't need a pen for this
Just made it back to my crib from counting green slips
While on I-285 did some reflecting
Headed souf, where the driving lil' more reckless
Ain't need a pen for this
Just made it back to my crib from counting green slips
While on I-285 did some reflecting
Headed souf, where the driving lil' more reckless, for instance
You'll see drag racers buying lamb chops, just for standoffs
Likely don't give fuck bout no stops, running through signs
It's like the only thought, roaming in they mind is why not
Red lights, in the grand prix, mean go time
Ha, ha, okay
Who came to party
And not the kind of party
Where after you look at me sideways
Swear if I get another ticket, I'mma freak it
To half a million, in a instant
Dear listener, you probably feel I'm trippin
From the way I'm spitting, enough kidding
Just couldn't resist it
Ti, ti, ti, ti, ti, ti, ti
Eye twitching bad, life been tryna kick my ass
New something back to back
This year ain't goin' for none of dat, Bravo six on full attack
Calm and steady on this beat, don't none you critics make me mad
Sticking to the task, at hand, speeding past
Anybody swerving, playing with they life, tryna crash
Student driver in a jag, where yo license at
Where yo dealership, call em up, return it fast
Ain't need a pen for this
Just made it back to my crib from counting green slips
While on I-285 did some reflecting
Headed souf, where the driving lil' more reckless, for instance
You'll see drag racers buying lamb chops, just for standoffs
Likely don't give fuck bout no stops, running through signs
It's like the only thought, roaming in they mind is why not
Red lights, in the grand prix, mean go time
It's El
Written by: Elgin Andrue Ecyoj Booker
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