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S.I.N. (feat. Boogs)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
S.I.N. (feat. Boogs) was released on March 10, 2020 by 1128341 Records DK as a part of the album Grillside
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Release DateMarch 10, 2020
Label1128341 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Jenkins
Christopher Jenkins
Songwriter
Boogs 60 Set
Boogs 60 Set
Songwriter

Lyrics

Danger
Woke to the sound of the banger
Bad bitch wit me
Before I go a **** might have to bang her
It’s a Saturday in Newark
Don’t leave that porch without the banger
It’s a Saturday in Newark
Don’t leave that porch without the banger
Money on my mind
Ratchet on me
My shot money all the time
Speeding thru the lane
So I can drop the rock off on the dime
I get east buckets when I’m at the line
Bad bitch in the crowd, yeah she fine
**** try to bag her all the time
But she know that pussy is mine
She tell me that pussy is mine
When I’m trippin she put me in line
When we pour up we sippin the wine
If it’s Tuesday we mix wit the lime
But it’s Saturday in Newark
I left the porch
Wit the rock and the torch
Cuz I’m going for an all time high
When I catch fire on the court
Big rings bitch
We coming from the north
Y’all **** stay hatin
Stay bitchin
Till we bang on y’all **** Blake griffin
Y’all bitches ain’t loyal
Stay switchin
Yeah, just like Larsa did Pippen
My bitch love when I rap
Shit drippin
I get Flee when I rap
Fit drippin
Fit drippin
Danger
Woke to the sound of the banger
Bad bitch wit me
Before I go a **** might have to bang her
It’s a Saturday in Newark
Don’t leave that porch without the banger
It’s a Saturday in Newark
Don’t leave that porch without the banger
Sipping the dirty
The purple like Kobe
**** keep switching
I’m back to the old me
**** be hating
Then act like they know me
Bitches be taking
I rather you show me
Fuck it up yeah
We never drink beer
Lean in the bottle
I double my fears
Vision was blurry from all of them tears
So many people done dropped through the years
Ain’t talking bout Friday
We sending them pops
Call up my thot
While she plot on the ops
Race through the city
Spin off on them blocks
No 911
Don’t call on no cops
Bitches be laughin
They think I’m hysterical
What’s in my cup
It ain’t nothin like theraflu
Steady be rappin that music is terrible
Diss on my name
Be the reason they burry you
No cap in my raps
Ain’t no rats in the trap
My city so toxic it’s holdin me back
If I ain’t got it my homie he strapped
That boy in the hood
Leave a hole in his back
Clip after clip
They ain’t shootin no movie
See that I’m glowing
They ain’t used to choose me
Fuck wit the Nicki’s
And end up wit goofy
**** be wifing these hoes that be groupies
Clip after clip
They ain’t shootin no movie
See that I’m glowing
They ain’t used to choose me
Fuck wit the Nicki’s
And end up wit goofy
**** be wifing these hoes that be groupies
Clip after clip
They ain’t shootin no movie
See that I’m glowing
They ain’t used to choose me
Fuck wit the Nicki’s
And end up wit goofy
**** be wifing these hoes that be groupies
Danger
Woke to the sound of the banger
Bad bitch wit me
Before I go a **** might have to bang her
It’s a Saturday in Newark
Don’t leave that porch without the banger
It’s a Saturday in Newark
Don’t leave that porch without the banger
Written by: Boogs 60 Set, Christopher Jenkins
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