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Property Picking
4,264
Hip-Hop/Rap
Property Picking was released on February 1, 2019 by RCA/Since 93 as a part of the album Third Avenue
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Release DateFebruary 1, 2019
LabelRCA/Since 93
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo
Fredo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marvin Bailey
Marvin Bailey
Composer
Jacob Joseph
Jacob Joseph
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BPM
BPM
Producer
Mr Mennie
Mr Mennie
Recording Engineer
Dukus
Dukus
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Property pickin'
Properly trippin' 'em
Poverty driven
I'm not gonna listen
Feds want me locked in a prison
Breathin' but not really livin'
'Cause I started with rocks in the kitchen
Now Fred's in a foreign
You're not gonna miss him
[Verse 2]
Look, what you tellin' me, bro?
This ain't no loud, what you sellin' me, though?
Last two weeks, ten in a row
None of them sleep here, I'm sendin' 'em home
They get shot up for gettin' involved
And get on the phone like I never did know
Most of these rat boys never did road
So look at me wrong and I'm gettin' 'em poled
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I just bought a yacht, I went property pickin'
You know me, I'm properly drippin'
I'm drivin' a Bentley, but poverty driven
Mummy said that I'm not gonna listen
All of them feds want me locked in a prison
Where you're breathin' but not really livin'
All 'cause I started with rocks in a kitchen
Now Fred's in a foreign
You're not gonna miss him
[Verse 4]
I'm about, the top of it's missin'
Smokin' loud and I'm with the don's missus
High in the clouds but she's droppin' her knickers
This is 'cause I'm a popular figure
Yeah, run up in Fendi, no robbery
All the sexy ones tell me they're on to me
Twenty racks in my pocket, I'm out on a shopping spree
I beg you don't bother me
Is that the police tryna follow me?
My ****, let's switch up the route
My girl just wants me to give her the truth
But if I do that, we'll be finished for true
Stopped that boy in my Jordans, four in the mornin'
When I should have been tourin'
Yo, I got more trainers than sense
And I got more pagans than friends
[Verse 5]
What you tellin' me, bro?
This ain't no loud, what you sellin' me, though?
Last two weeks, ten in a row
None of them sleep here, I'm sendin' 'em home
They get shot up for gettin' involved
And get on the phone like I never did know
Most of these rat boys never did road
So look at me wrong and I'm gettin' 'em poled
[Verse 6]
Yeah, I just bought a yacht, I went property pickin'
You know me, I'm properly drippin'
I'm drivin' a Bentley, but poverty driven
Mummy said that I'm not gonna listen
All of them feds want me locked in a prison
Where you're breathin' but not really livin'
All 'cause I started with rocks in a kitchen
Now Fred's in a foreign
You're not gonna miss him
[Verse 7]
Some my youngens in cabs with the hammers
Put it down with the slags and the badders
Talkin' smoke, that ain't nothin' to me
I'm flooded with P's, spend a hunnid with ease
Look, my youngens want guns and they're comin' to me
But if you ask mum, I'm the son of her dreams
Fendi bag on the her tea, covered in fleas for a hundred a piece
Listen, I'm known for blowin' them racks
Facts, I used to be homeless and that
If that's you're girl, go and hold on to that
If I roll in, I snatch, she ain't phonin' you back
No, my **** are frozen and black
Little V Dotz came holdin' the wap
This shotty goes boom, kid, it's not just a slap
So I told him don't bring it no closer than that
[Verse 8]
Yeah, I just bought a yacht, I went property pickin'
You know me, I'm properly drippin'
I'm drivin' a Bentley, but poverty driven
Mummy said that I'm not gonna listen
All of them feds want me locked in a prison
Where you're breathin' but not really livin'
All 'cause I started with rocks in a kitchen
Now Fred's in a foreign
You're not gonna miss him
[Verse 9]
Yeah, I just bought a yacht, I went property pickin'
You know me, I'm properly drippin'
I'm drivin' a Bentley, but poverty driven
Mummy said that I'm not gonna listen
All of them feds want me locked in a prison
Where you're breathin' but not really livin'
All 'cause I started with rocks in a kitchen
Now Fred's in a foreign
You're not gonna miss him
Written by: Jacob Joseph, Marvin Bailey
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