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Admit It
335
Hip-Hop/Rap
Admit It was released on February 20, 2020 by Melodie Music as a part of the album Admit It - Single
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Release DateFebruary 20, 2020
LabelMelodie Music
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LeVeon Bell
LeVeon Bell
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LeVeon Bell
LeVeon Bell
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah,
Aye,
I'm boutta run up them digits
I'm feelin fly like a pigeon
I'm feelin fly like a eagle
You will not see me come down for a minute
They say that I'm being aggressive
I feel like the rest of you **** is timid
I'm rockin VVS stones all of this drip got me swimmin
I know ya bitch wanna visit
But I be all about business
I'm in the game for real
Y'all **** can't even scrimmage
**** I came to your show
All I was hearing was crickets
And I'm on a mission,
These **** know that I'm gifted just like it was Chrismas
Aw shit
I got these diamonds I know that they hit
**** be mad cause they know that I spit
They see me out and they know that I'm lit
Looking like money they know that I get
I'm in New York and I came from a Pit
All of these rings I can't ball up my fist
All of cubans I got on my wrist
They know I'm the best and its time to admit it
She getting mad cause I call her a groupie
Bitch, I'm a dog and they calling me snoopy
She give me head so I call her a student
I say shoot a movie she say that I'm stupid
She switchin up so I'm calling her moody
She get upset then I grab on her booty
She tryna fuck you would think that she knew me
When I'm pulling up in this ghost it get spooky
I'm breaking records they thinking its flukey
I got three houses they think that I'm moving
I'm in LA you would think I'm a Bruin
These diamonds all water you think that I'm cruising
How much you thinking I paid for these cubans
They all on my neck and they leaving a bruise and
Ball on the field and I'm making this music
You ask how I do it that shit get confusing
I cannot stop I'm refusing
My **** Tre on the track he producing
I gotta get to these racks and not lose em
These **** they way in the back and they losing
I got these diamonds they on me they dancing
All of these hoes they thinking I'm handsome
All of these hoes they want me for ransom
All of this hate Im thinking its random
I gotta get to this cake
I cannot deal with these fakes
My bitch she wet as a lake
My pockets they out of shape
All of these shots that I take you know ima score
I can count on a make
I get a bag and I skate
These **** mad cause I'm not in a crate
I'm at the top and its not for the taking
Thinking you better I know you're mistaking
**** is wicked I'm calling em satin
These bitch's is tripping thats all that I'm saying
Diamonds all white got me feeling caucasian
I'm rocking all black like I play for the Ravens
All of these diamonds got me feeling racists
But I blow a bag and thats no hesitation
I'm boutta run up them digits
I'm feelin fly like a pigeon
I'm feelin fly like a eagle
You will not see me come down for a minute
They say that I'm being aggressive
I feel like the rest of you **** is timid
I'm rockin VVS stones all of this drip got me swimmin
I know ya bitch wanna visit
But I be all about business
I'm in the game for real
Y'all **** can't even scrimmage
**** I came to your show
All I was hearing was crickets
And I'm on a mission,
These **** know that I'm gifted just like it was Chrismas
Aw shit
I got these diamonds I know that they hit
**** be mad cause they know that I spit
They see me out and they know that I'm lit
Looking like money they know that I get
I'm in New York and I came from a Pit
All of these rings I can't ball up my fist
All of cubans I got on my wrist
They know I'm the best and its time to admit it
Written by: LeVeon Bell
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