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D Gore
89
Hip-Hop/Rap
D Gore was released on January 24, 2020 by E.B.E Lifestyle,LLC as a part of the album Everybody Eats (1st Plate)
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Release DateJanuary 24, 2020
LabelE.B.E Lifestyle,LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Xavier Williams
Erik Xavier Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Soundlock productions
Soundlock productions
Mixing Engineer
Round table studios
Round table studios
Recording Engineer
Reallyhiiim
Reallyhiiim
Producer

Lyrics

Yo
Everybody eatin' that's the model ****
If I get to reachin' then the hollow hit ya
I'm about my business in a dollar getter
Plus I own my own business in a product flipper
You get a good amount, then they out to get ya
You wanna open your mouth, I ain't rockin' with ya
Shorty throw it back like a shot of liquor
Plus she get to droolin' once it's out the zipper
**** bore me with that God talk, **** call me
Pocket tops, playin' liquor when I swing the 40
You aggressive in your presence, it's a different story
It's impressive how we press you, it be in the story
Real rights, only rock with my real rights
Stay away from sucka shit if it don't feel right
That gavel that you cookin' that ain't real right
You lookin' while we grippin' on it still tight
My brody text my line and told me he hit his jack
Said he just reached his goal and made a hundred racks
The pack touchdown, it's time to run it back
The pack touchdown, it's time to run it back
My brody text my line and told me he hit his jack
Said he just reached his goal and made a hundred racks
The pack touchdown, it's time to run it back
The pack touchdown, it's time to run it back
I'm Che Rivera with a Cuban on
Wrist chunky, I be flexin' so I move it on
Gettin' money like I got the itchy palms
Get the low, hit the road, then we get it gone
If money ain't the goal, what type of shit you on
My neck be filled with gold because I been a don
You said that you don't smoke, you better get along
Or get a bullet stuck up in your head like a Disney song
We ain't with the gangs, we ain't with the gangs
I put you on a plate if you ain't with the gangs
Everybody eats, I put it on the chain
I really did it in the streets and I ain't givin' names
You ain't with this shit, you ain't bringin' pain
And you ain't hittin' legs, you ain't hittin' stains
Swervin' all these **** while I'm switchin' lanes
If you don't get the bitch, I'll knock you out the frame
My brody text my line and told me he hit his jack
Said he just reached his goal and made a hundred racks
The pack touchdown, it's time to run it back
The pack touchdown, it's time to run it back
My brody text my line and told me he hit his jack
Said he just reached his goal and made a hundred racks
The pack touchdown, it's time to run it back
The pack touchdown, it's time to run it back
Written by: Erik Xavier Williams
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