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Akeelah and the Bee
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Akeelah and the Bee was released on October 23, 2020 by Money Gang Records as a part of the album Akeelah and the Bee - Single
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Release DateOctober 23, 2020
LabelMoney Gang Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alee Clark-Langston
Alee Clark-Langston
Songwriter

Lyrics

Aye
LeeBaby
Look,
I’m known for dropping hot shit like a clumsy waitress
Y’all gone take a bar from this then copy paste it
Forgot what she looks like, just know she was naked
No proposal she on her knees this a special occasion
If cuzzo hit em’ wit’ hollows, he won’t make it
Like a bad ass doctor I’m losing my patience
Pop out smelling like cologne just to leave you stankin’
This that first bite on thanksgiving goodness gracious
Aye
I ain’t a street **** I won’t fake it I grind like one, cause I ain’t living in no more basements
Who is you to say where I can’t go I ain’t on probation
Put fear in yo heart, and make a **** change his location
Call me GPS
Got yo girl in her feelings cause she see me less
My dawg slapping off them pills call em’ CVS
Oh you feeling tough Johnny, let’s put you to the test
I was pissed when I had to put my uncle to rest
Bout my family I turn up you see the tat on my chest
Some **** tried to play my brother cracking jokes on the net
I bet you won’t be saying nothing with my foot on yo neck
I pop out, they taking notes because they see I’m a g
I be schooling you lil’ **** I deserve a degree
I could never cuff a thot it’s plenty fish in the sea
**** jealous cause they knowing they ain’t fucking wit’ Lee
Just make sure you leave a tag next time you mentioning me
Cross me, I’ll leave you hanging ornaments on a tree
I get money that’s something you don’t need vision to see
You confused I’ll spell it out, Akeelah and the Bee
****, yeah
I bet you ain’t see this coming
Really eating I’m getting fatter you should see my stomach
Back then was bussing strolls now my V8 running
You want smoke bring yo inhaler **** we ain’t running
Know a thotty wanna kick it baby we can’t punt it
Flip a band into 10, even my money stunting
My .40 something like a tonka truck this bitch be dumping
Man please think it ain’t on me now you six feet under
These ****, wack as hell in the party they ain’t lit at all
If that’s not yo beef please don’t get involved
I’ll slap a **** big brother you won’t know who to call
Popping tags when I shoot OT that’s just protocol
If me and mines step in the party, they won’t notice y’all
My own team, quarterback sneak- I can’t throw the ball
Tryna play me is a waste of time like folding draws
Cause I’ma always be on a roll like a bowling ball
Hold on did y’all get that
Nike socks off the Yeezys, I’m so mismatched
I just did 100 down Getty, they called dispatch
These **** Wikipedia, they don’t spit facts
Whip it out she pop it in her mouth like a Tic-Tac
Then I spread sauce on her buns, she a Big-Mac
Please stop me when I tell a lie swear this shit facts
When this bitch over you just gotta run this shit back
****
I can’t go back broke
My lil’ brother overweight with hella fat jokes
But if he sock yo ass I bet you lean like Fat Joe
She said she hate leggings but still got all that ass though
And if it’s wet I’m tryna swim I got a backstroke
Playing Jenga with my money you should stack mo’
If you ain’t shitting on em what you on yo ass fo’
You either gone run to the cheese, or be a slow poke
****
Written by: Alee Clark-Langston
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