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Courtesy
102,247
Hip-Hop/Rap
Courtesy was released on March 2, 2020 by Black Circle / EMPIRE as a part of the album Epidemic
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Release DateMarch 2, 2020
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Pullens
Nick Pullens
Composer, Songwriter
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nflated
Nflated
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
These red bottom boots, bae, these ain't Timbs
On a DMT drug and I'm selling weed pens
Only real in the circle, I don't fuck with fake friends
Only high grade flower, so I'm going up to Mercury
Gave her CareCredit 'cause she said she wanted surgery (Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up)
I can get the pack here and gone with some urgency
All my diamonds flashing like an ambulance emergency
Vacuum seal it for you, I'ma show a little courtesy
I just left France, I got overseas currency
All my exes love me, they regret that we broke up
Two Latina bitches with me gettin' coked up
Plug got a **** waitin', damn, what's the hold up?
When the shit done drying, I'ma buy the whole yield
They know I'm growing indoor, you can tell from the light bill
[Chorus]
I'ma start a pandemic just like the Chinese
Countin' up while I'm watching Netflix, Stranger Things
**** ain't ballin', they can never ever make the team
****, this is exotic weed, I don't do the nicotine
Pretty bitch ridin' with me, she got high self-esteem
Presidential Rollie, ****, bustdown Jubilee
Bought a Trackhawk just to get from point A to B
Even when I was a child, **** couldn't play with me
[Verse 2]
Told my old lady **** touch her, I'ma kill his ass
Got a blue check, I ain't talkin' 'bout Instagram
Had to buy a Euro cut suit, I'm a businessman
I ain't got time for the gossip, I'm a busy man
I don't do the Gucci, ****, I don't do the Dapper Dan
I'm the type to mail a bag of loud to my biggest fan
I can't let shit slide, I can't be the bigger man
I ain't talkin' college, but my shoes cost a couple bands
D&G on, lil' six hundred my belt
Don't need no shooters, I'll shoot 'em myself
Don't need no workers, I'll serve 'em myself
I want that green like a motherfuckin' Celtic
All my shit fire, when I touch it, it's melted
I wanna touch on you, bae, I swear that I can't help it (C'mon)
They don't want war 'cause them **** gon' lose
Told my lil' chick lose the damn attitude
I'm not afraid to get rid of you
Play with the gang, bullets riddle you
I am not normal, not typical
My African scammers Somalian
I got zaza smoke all in my oxygen
[Chorus]
I'ma start a pandemic just like the Chinese
Countin' up while I'm watching Netflix, Stranger Things
**** ain't ballin', they can never ever make the team
****, this is exotic weed, I don't do the nicotine
Pretty bitch ridin' with me, she got high self-esteem
Presidential Rollie, ****, bustdown Jubilee
Bought a Trackhawk just to get from point A to B
Even when I was a child, **** couldn't play with me
Written by: NICK PULLENS, Tysen Bolding
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