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Normal Rapper

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Normal Rapper was released on August 3, 2018 by Roc Nation Records as a part of the album 100 Keys

Song Details

Release DateAugust 3, 2018

LabelRoc Nation Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Q Da Fool

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

George Hudnall

Songwriter

Xavier Dotson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Zaytoven

Producer

Dave Hampton

Engineer

Kori Anders

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Zaytoven

Uh, uh, damn, damn, damn, damn

Rich Shoota shit, ****, you know what the fuck it is

Rich Shoota, hunnid round goon

What's up Zaytoven

Heroin on a spoon

Uh, I'm dope

What's up Zay

It come we buss out the wrapper, I'm not no normal rapper

I'm an err' day trapper, owe me money, I kidnap ya

I don't do no steppin', but hell yeah, I'm a Kappa

And yes, I keep my weapon 'case I gotta fuckin' wack 'em

Bricks for the low still tax 'em, white or the santan, don't really matter

Fork in the coke batter, don't grab it, swirlin' the water in the pint its a habit

Me and Ayeek smoke cabbage, just pulled up on two bunny rabbits

Yeah, we finna' fuckin' show these bitches that we savage

She fucked a Rich Shoota now the lil bitch braggin'

I'm pressin' to start this bitch, I don't need no keys

I shoot like Stojakovic, my specialty threes

Used to sell QP's, and I just got a call from QC

And I got a plug on the weed for thirteen

Shot my first gun, I was only thirteen

Two sons on the way, I'ma raise two kings

100 brick play, I'ma make the bells sing

And I move like the mob, badda boom, badda bing

And the only time I move when they talkin' 'bout the cream

Young ****, got rich off the poppy seed

These **** know they don't want no damn smoke with me

Hunnid round goon, bitch this shit ain't no joke with me

Two Spanish bitches, they on me they throatin' me

They cousin out Cali, them lil **** grow for me

One Patek, one Rollie, **** run it up, now they know me

Red diamonds like they got dinner, ravioli

Got pounds got pieces, thunder on Boli

I ball real hard, not Shaq, not Kobe

I ball like Q Da Fool, bitch, you know its one and only

Real recognize real, you look phony

These **** rappin' like the goon, they tryna clone me

It come we buss out the wrapper, I'm not no normal rapper

I'm an err' day trapper, owe me money, I kidnap ya

I don't do no steppin', but hell yeah, I'm a Kappa

And yes, I keep my weapon 'case I gotta fuckin' wack 'em

Bricks for the low still tax 'em, white or the santan, don't really matter

Fork in the coke batter, don't grab it, swirlin' the water in the pint its a habit

Me and Ayeek smoke cabbage, just pulled up on two bunny rabbits

Yeah, we finna' fuckin' show these bitches that we savage

She fucked a Rich Shoota now the lil bitch braggin'

It come we buss out the wrapper, I'm not no normal rapper

I'm an err' day trapper, owe me money, I kidnap ya

Written by: George Hudnall, Xavier Dotson

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