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F.I.F.A.
6,220
Hip-Hop/Rap
F.I.F.A. was released on December 18, 2015 by Getting Out Our Dreams Inc. (G.O.O.D.) Music / IDJ as a part of the album King Push – Darkest Before Dawn: The Prelude
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Release DateDecember 18, 2015
LabelGetting Out Our Dreams Inc. (G.O.O.D.) Music / IDJ
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pusha T
Pusha T
Vocals
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Keyboards
Casey Benjamin
Casey Benjamin
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Producer
Gloria Kaba
Gloria Kaba
Assistant Recording Engineer
Blair Wells
Blair Wells
Recording Engineer
Robert Ulsh
Robert Ulsh
Recording Engineer
David Kennedy
David Kennedy
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They been trying to tie me to the BALCO
Too many clicks in the dial tone
In my city's Willy Falcon
How you **** celebrating Alpo?
I'm disgusted
Interior rustic the mustard colored walls's adjusted
Trap doors everywhere
MACs come out the floor, dinners at the forge
Four Seasons all four seasons
It's good to have a getaway for no reason
Concierge never speak
'Cause this week look like last week
They both named Ashley
I might travel to El Barrio
To get it from Daddy-O then adios
Cellphone at the back patio
I didn't have to make a cameo to get it off
[Verse 2]
I hope you betting on the sleeper
It all started on a beeper, now they asking for the feature
Till I'm steppin' out the bleachers
Drug money kicked around like it's FIFA
[Verse 3]
Pops up like dandruff
Beverly Hills Jed Clampett
A shotgun wedding, to collect my ransom
Cameo Chris Hansen, I'm at your door
You don't wanna know him if you owe him
I done boxed in cars and had to tow 'em
I done laid in lawns when they didn't mow 'em
Even hogtied wives, I had to show 'em
That I mean business
I mean everything I say, no witness
No forgiveness, souls of mischief
It's on through infinity, my arms are endless
Your arms, too short to box with God
Might send a bitch a Elie Saab she fucks and robs
10 grand just to touch the job
Close range, she don't duck and dodge
You can't trust them odds
[Verse 4]
I hope you betting on the sleeper
It all started on a beeper, now they asking for the feature
Till I'm steppin' out the bleachers
Drug money kicked around like it's FIFA
[Verse 5]
I hope you betting on the sleeper
It all started on a beeper, now they asking for the feature
Till I'm steppin' out the bleachers
Drug money kicked around like it's FIFA
Written by: Kamaal Fareed, Terrence Thornton
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