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Ski
4,133
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ski was released on August 28, 2020 by Twenty9 / EMPIRE as a part of the album Phoenix - Single
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Release DateAugust 28, 2020
LabelTwenty9 / EMPIRE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Quez
Don Quez
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Quez
Don Quez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stan Lane
Stan Lane
Producer

Lyrics

Yea (aye)
Look (yeah)
Respected in my section
Let them label me king
I keep quiet and pay homage
When they ask ‘em bout me
I don’t follow footsteps bitch
I follow my dreams
And stay silent while I’m speeding
I got mud on my cleats
Yellow tape with the flow
I put blood on the sheets
I should carry a shovel
And a bucket of bleach
Hold it down like an anchor
I got pain to release
Bob Ross with the flow
Like I’m painting a leaf
Leave the crowd in awe
Got Em all
Wondering things
Like
Who the fuck is Don
Is it “Quez”
Is it “Queese”
With the Air Force Ones
And the Dickies that crease
Peek Game from afar
Let them mock what they see
Dropping heat
Freeze a rack
If you want it from me
Breezing over tracks
Like the wind with a leaf
Head spinning like a fan
In that hot summer heat
The highs and lows
That all I believe
“Heyo Donny
Chill the fuck out
Take a fucking chill pill
Calm Down
You talking that shit
Way too fucking loud!
Chill out dawg
Shit!”
I been in the West so
When it’s going down
Telephone ring
Knock another hoe down
I can feel the hate
I can feel the love now
Bitch I hold it down with that 101 sound
Shawty is a red flag
I can’t fuck witchu
I dont feel a thang
I dont really fuck witchu
Money in the Bank
I can’t really hang witchu
So if you ain’t gang
Then I really ain’t witchu
Look
Double up my funds
I need my bag bitch
I make rappers turn extinct
Like Jurassic
Sliding on the beat Like
A ski slope in Aspen
My ass been working
I ain’t fucking witchu has beens
Back then they didn’t want me
Now I'm hot
Now them hoes on me
Told her send a drop
Like that hoe owe me
And bitch this ain’t a threat
You better act according
Better pay me some respect
That’s another warning
Riding through the city
Like I’m there
While their hating there
I can feel it plenty
I got pennies in my pocket
Rubber band around a fetty
Bitches on the dial
They gone pull
Tell em hit me
Rolling deep like Odell
Man the squad tell you bout me
Fucking work-aholic
And ask everyone around me
All that shade being thrown man
That’s why the weather cloudy
I’ve been down for a minute
Now I’m blue strip counting
I been in the West so
When it’s going down
Telephone ring
Knock another hoe down
I can feel the hate
I can feel the love now
Bitch I hold it down with that 101 sound
Shawty is a red flag
I can’t fuck witchu
I dont feel a thang
I dont really fuck witchu
Money in the Bank
I can’t really hang witchu
So if you ain’t gang
Then I really ain’t witchu
Look
“Aight B, you got we got that strap on ya”
“Aiiight, Imma fuck witcha”
Written by: Don Quez
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