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Day Shift
9 987
Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «Day Shift» вышел в 8 мая 2026 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Trap Dickey»)The Ville
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АльбомThe Ville
Дата релиза8 мая 2026 г.
ЛейблTrap Dickey
ЯзыкEnglish
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Видео

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Trap Dickey
Trap Dickey
Исполнитель
Wooshy
Wooshy
Программирование
Mere Tape
Mere Tape
Программирование
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Travis Dickey
Travis Dickey
Автор песен
Clemens Wardin
Clemens Wardin
Автор песен
Maximilian Huschke
Maximilian Huschke
Автор песен
Umere Alford
Umere Alford
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Wooshy
Wooshy
Продюсер
Imixnation
Imixnation
Миксинг-инженер, Инженер звукозаписи, Мастеринг-инженер
Mere Tape
Mere Tape
Продюсер
Juan Razuri
Juan Razuri
Миксинг-инженер пространственного звучания

Слова

[Intro]
iMixNation for real
This a Mere Tape
[Chorus]
Run with a couple killers I know that won't say shit
My cousin work the block, that's every morning like a day shift
I'm steady doin' wrong, I swear to God, I know I'm agin'
My baby brother arguin' about how many yards that I done laid in
I'm puttin' on for everything that's in the streets
Puttin' money on my **** books, make sure the opps don't eat this week, yeah
Jump in that water, swear to God that shit get deep
My little cousin out in Florida always smilin', showin' teeth, yeah
[Verse 1]
Came straight from prison, where **** knock out all your teeth, yeah
Gotta keep a pistol when you out here in the streets, yeah
**** be dyin' 'bout anything but swear they wanna beef, yeah
This dirty chopper on me, it's gon' knock you off your feet, yeah
If he still alive, that mean that I don't want him dead, okay
Used to be a hitta, now it's money on my head, okay
Them LA boys from Lincoln Avenue, they want us fed, okay
Before these bags, I used to smack shit for the bread, okay
No Dirk Nowitzki, get to shootin' and watch him fade away
He want a 50 straight from Houston, that's a major play
How many times I gotta tell you **** I don't play, okay?
How many times I gotta show you **** I done paved the way?
[Chorus]
Run with a couple killers I know that won't say shit
My cousin work the block, that's every morning like a day shift
I'm steady doin' wrong, I swear to God, I know I'm agin'
My baby brother arguin' about how many yards that I done laid in
I'm puttin' on for everything that's in the streets
Puttin' money on my **** books, make sure the opps don't eat this week, yeah
Jump in that water, swear to God that shit get deep
My little cousin out in Florida always smilin', showin' teeth, yeah
Written by: Clemens Wardin, Maximilian Huschke, Travis Dickey, Umere Alford
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