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Trash
13
На гастролях
Dance
Трек «Trash» вышел в 14 августа 2026 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «4 My Sanity LLC»)I SAW A TRAP DJ AND IT CHANGED MY BIO CHEMISTRY - EP
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Дата релиза14 августа 2026 г.
Лейбл4 My Sanity LLC
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM71

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
What So Not
What So Not
Исполнитель
Michael Christmas
Michael Christmas
Исполнитель
Caliph
Caliph
Исполнитель
Christopher Emerson
Christopher Emerson
Музыкант
Losco Losco
Losco Losco
Музыкант
Michael Lindsey
Michael Lindsey
Рэп
Abdourahmane Doumbouya
Abdourahmane Doumbouya
Рэп
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Christopher Emerson
Christopher Emerson
Композитор, Аранжировщик
Losco Losco
Losco Losco
Аранжировщик, Композитор
Michael Lindsey
Michael Lindsey
Автор песен
Abdourahmane Doumbouya
Abdourahmane Doumbouya
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Christopher Emerson
Christopher Emerson
Продюсер, Миксинг-инженер
Alexander Michael Braithwaite
Alexander Michael Braithwaite
Миксинг-инженер, Мастеринг-инженер
Losco Losco
Losco Losco
Продюсер

Слова

[Verse 1]
Back on his shit again
Liphy, the gingerbread
Bite off his leg to make sure he don't get to them
And fuck up the christening
Speaking of christening, Christmas is here
And he hopped on the boat with the immigrant
Surfin' the wave, surfin' the wave
And drop off a load on the internet
There he go, talking his shit again
I'm feeling like MJ over Slash
More like I'm MJ with the dash
Ain't talking Jordan, more like I'm Magic
Minus the HIV, 'cause that shit is tragic
Pop on the King, ain't talking Jackson
Hop on the ring, I might just pass it
24, 24
Tell Christmas to mambo on ****
And watch it go classic
[Verse 2]
Two 12s in the back blasting
Fuck 12, driving slow as snails
You can feel the buzz like ginger ale
Shit is real
If I fail
I'ma shit myself, hit a bank
Get caught, get a cell
Call my mom, get me out
Fucking up, hear me out
Sorry, Mama
When in doubt
Bribe a **** with clout
[Verse 3]
I don't know what these **** about
I spend every single day in the house
Look at Christmas, like a myth when I'm out
Shit is bananas, I don't got no doubt
Bitch, I'm a monster like young Lady Gaga
Sleep on me, I save the day like Monaka
She let me spray in her mouth like Binaca
I'm locking bitch **** up in a locker
[Verse 4]
Still here like the gel hittin'
Fresh out like the bail hittin'
School of hard knocks will send you out
To these cold streets, like the bell ringing
They like, "Why he healthy?"
That's the kale hittin'
"Why he happy?"
Well, that's the Pharrell in him
I'ma be around till the fat lady singing
And I ain't never heard Adele singin'
Shorty pulled on him, her and them
Just to act like she know 'bout the boy, but she don't
****'ll act like they'll do this and that and a third to the boy
But really, they won't
That's why I ghost
I get the check at the door like a coat
Coat check, coat check, coat check
I get a bag, and I'm back on the road
Liphy is gone
Bitch!
[Verse 5]
Woah
Crashing the bank
Ask for a raise
Stressing today
I'm out here floating in shadows like Cage
My baby made my dick Harden like James
Whole life changed when I heard Hard in da Paint
Dope hit a **** so hard I'ma faint
Scominique Pimpson roll all of the dank
I ask to talk to the blunt like a shrink
Life without paper ain't bad as you think
I just need chicken and something to drink
All of this work disappear in a blink
Might do a scam, disappear in a mink
Shoutout 4000, he'll send you a link
Running like tink-tink, tink-tink, tink-tink
'Cause every summer these **** start stinging
They sounding like bing-bing, bing-bing, bing-bing
Written by: Abdourahmane Doumbouya, Christopher Emerson, Losco Losco, Michael Lindsey
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