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Private
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Private was released on August 3, 2018 by Roc Nation Records as a part of the album 100 Keys
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Release DateAugust 3, 2018
LabelRoc Nation Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Q Da Fool
Q Da Fool
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Hudnall
George Hudnall
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer
Dave Hampton
Dave Hampton
Engineer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Glock bang
Break up
Bro, they take your life
Lock and loaded tight
Fuck up the show every night
You pussy ass ****, they shootin' the Q
You pussy ass **** be shootin' it
Sweeter than fruit of the loops
I got a driver, should stay out the loop
Lil' bitch, I still ride with the kid in the coupe
I'm a real gangster, you're runnin' my roots
Hittin' my targets might punch your tooth
Your liver, your spleen
Your cranium too
I'm missin' the word with the Fed and all
I run and you're trappin' that, get it all
I got hit the block and I get it off
Kept ridin' my dick had to shoot 'em off
I fuck on your bitch
She be like
You the boss
My girl got a switch
You're life
You loss
Just hog up the whip
Pure white
They know Q Ross
I play with your life like jigsaw
God forgive me with them kids though
Keep they purrs with the sawed off
[Verse 2]
Playing private
Y'all private
Your bitch suck my private
I'm lookin' for diamonds, I feel like a pirate
Hollow sip, hit that boy eyelid
Y'all were sleepin', bitch, when I slip
How you hatin' on a chosen king
I said your head get a bag of one
Extortion
[Verse 3]
You come in, bitch, I need a Porsche
I run it up now, bitch, I got a fortune
He play with that game and that boy in the ocean
I was livin' too fame but now the full coastin'
Drink up by the toaster
Hangin' with the vultures
Never do it for the culture
Bitch, I do it for my sight guy
I got narcotics
Fuck the label, try and stop me
Get a bad bitch and I'm fuckin' with that
AR in the trunk with fifty bodies
Beautiful pop and off for anybody
Sixteen, I was robbin' every posse
You seen what all of them girls I caught
I turn up them hoes made them hook with Nas
Fuck old dog, yeah, we did it rotten
But he fuck with anybody
Can't do it, I'm sorry
Run up that bad for a man tomorrow
Green 'Rari
Beens, Prada
I smoke like Bob Marley
Bitch, I'm the real done daughter
Let me call a dollar
He play with big papa
He got real poppy seeds
He  a brick father
On my wrist real strong
My guns shoot farther
I treat a **** like my share
I had to flush his armor
I'm playin' with big papa
Copy that
****, you a dick hopper
I am not a hip hopper
Coke inside the plot
I'ma powder locker
Still my swag try and take my spot up
You're a jocker
[Verse 4]
Playing private
Y'all private
Your bitch suck my private
I'm lookin' for diamonds, I feel like a pirate
Hollow sip, hit that boy eyelid
Y'all were sleepin', bitch, when I slip
How you hatin' on a chosen king
I said your head get a bag of one
Written by: George Hudnall, Xavier Dotson
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