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Bleacher Report
326
Hip-Hop
Bleacher Report was released on May 19, 2017 by Serious Soundz/ The Fly LLC as a part of the album Deutsche Marks
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Release DateMay 19, 2017
LabelSerious Soundz/ The Fly LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Willie The Kid
Willie The Kid
Performer
V Don
V Don
Performer
Willie L. Buckley
Willie L. Buckley
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tivon Key
Tivon Key
Songwriter
Willie L. Buckley
Willie L. Buckley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
V Don
V Don
Producer

Lyrics

V Don
Peace to my **** Butter
TCP
My **** Polo
All my Uptown ****
Serious
Black and white like the rifle man
I ain't one for grey areas, firearms various
Bitches all flavours, laugh with my neighbours
Glad you finally made it, I been touching paper
Way before the shift, I shift gears, Obama left
I'm Trump tight, move the commas to the left
Let's talk about commerce, live shows, sold the merch
I'm in the hood eating fried perch, the Benz purchased
Fuck a note, my **** sold dope
Sacrifice for the purpose, it's nothing like it
To my delight, this shit working, money right
Articulate like brother polite, it went perfect
I pulled it off, pulled a sawed-off and pulled off slow
Black label, purple label, everything low
My low end theory, negotiate with jewellers
25 Carats chain looking foolish
Yeah, I got drink for the bitches
Bullets for you ****, love for my ****
Drugs for the bitches, slugs for you ****
Love for my ****, pop bub with my ****
Yeah, I got drink for the bitches
Bullets for you ****, love for my ****
Drugs for the bitches, slugs for you ****
Love for my ****, pop bub with my ****
Sip the Henny like it's Evian
Sincere, I'm like Nasir to Evian
Crib like Tommy Buns, I run it up
Coming up off a good run, my numbers up
Ralph jogger suit, seven hundred bucks
Do remember, nobody remembers runner-ups
Uppity ****, fancy liquor up in the suite
Up in your bitch, diamonds dance right on my feet
Charge for the feature, couple bands, quarter lift me
Bitch I don't need ya, understand, couple of freaks
**** don't speak, on the stand, fuck the police
Catch an amnesia, black card Visa
I'm balling, highlights, the bleacher report
Bleach white off-white, the sneakers I bought
I brought money for the incidentals
Hopping off of flights, in and out of rentals
Yeah, I got drink for the bitches
Bullets for you ****, love for my ****
Drugs for the bitches, slugs for you ****
Love for my ****, pop bub with my ****
Yeah, I got drink for the bitches
Bullets for you ****, love for my ****
Drugs for the bitches, slugs for you ****
Love for my ****, pop bub with my ****
You're not thinking. You're dreaming. It's only natural. After
All these years of living good, a fight now and then, the
Dough rolling in and the dough rolling out. You begin to dream
This can go on forever. Besides, you don't like fighting anymore
You like living too much. So why not live the easy life?
Written by: Tivon Key, Willie Buckley
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