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Admit It
5,225
On Tour
Hip-Hop/Rap
Admit It was released on October 9, 2020 by bbno$ as a part of the album Good Luck Have Fun
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Release DateOctober 9, 2020
Labelbbno$
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM109

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
bbno$
bbno$
Performer
lentra
lentra
Performer
TrippythaKid
TrippythaKid
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Gumuchian
Alexander Gumuchian
Songwriter
Garrett Hartnell
Garrett Hartnell
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, why the fuck you steal this beat?
[Verse 2]
Ayy
No one does it better, I'll admit it
Cocky under pressure, I'll admit it
Oops, I changed the weather, I'll admit it
Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll
(Whatcha do?) Really 'bout my gouda a lot, a lot
(What?) Big buck hunt, go shot for shot
If you wanna scrap, pull up, pull up
Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll
[Verse 3]
I'ma pipe it up (Uh), I'ma heat it up (Oh)
I'ma munch you little, she a little buttercup (Skrrt)
I ain't take no risk (Ayy), only drop them hits (Hits)
Rap game with a condom, I'm gon' really save my shit (Yuh)
Please say please, you rude bitch (Uh)
When I speak it's a sales pitch (Skrrt)
Now I'm, uh, real rich (Rich)
Maury Povich, now you under pressure
Diamonds never break, 'cause they real (Real)
Leased ten tracks, yeah, now I got a deal
Mix blue and green, yeah, baby, call it teal
I got money now, huh, I did it with ease
Every single time I smell your bullshit, I sneeze
One, two, three, yeah, I know my ABC's
W, X, Y, Z, yeah, suck on these
[Verse 4]
No one does it better, I'll admit it
Cocky under pressure, I'll admit it
Oops, I changed the weather, I'll admit it
Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll
(Whatcha do?) Really 'bout my gouda a lot, a lot
(What?) Big buck hunt, go shot for shot
If you wanna scrap, pull up, pull up
Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll
[Verse 5]
Tummy kinda hurtin', 'bout to kill it like a murder
Dippin' while I'm sippin', I'm wishin' I'm Timmy Turner
Turn up, bumpin' Big Trippy and bbnobucks
So tough, team always eatin', you gettin' no lunch
Hold up, lookin' at the skyline
Feelin' hella down, but like, I'm fine
Pussy motherfucker, got nine lives
Phone lookin' grown on, nine, nine
'Bout to be battlin', war always been happenin'
All motherfuckers talkin', but they never did nothin' before
Trippy been goin' on tour
Drunk as a fish on the floor
Higher than medical gas, takin' me straight to the morgue
I'm a dead man walkin'
Gettin' too drunk, puttin' holes in the apartment
Homie so pissed at the kid, but I'm sorry
Uh, I'll admit it, I'll admit it, I'll admit it, I'm gone
[Verse 6]
No one does it better, I'll admit it
Cocky under pressure, I'll admit it
Oops, I changed the weather, I'll admit it
Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll
(Whatcha do?) Really 'bout my gouda a lot, a lot
(What?) Big buck hunt, go shot for shot
If you wanna scrap, pull up, pull up
Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll
Written by: Alexander Gumuchian, Garrett Hartnell
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