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Dora
43,829
Hip-Hop/Rap
Dora was released on October 30, 2020 by Tierra Whack as a part of the album Dora - Single
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Release DateOctober 30, 2020
LabelTierra Whack
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM107

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tierra Whack
Tierra Whack
Performer
Teo Halm
Teo Halm
Background Vocals
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tierra Whack
Tierra Whack
Composer
Teo Halm
Teo Halm
Composer
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Composer
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer
Teo Halm
Teo Halm
Co-Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I like nice things
Buy me nice things
Give me compliments
Please have common sense
[Verse 2]
Open the door, tell 'em that you ready to explore
Yeah, Aventador, yeah, I had to chalk him, I got bored
I need support, like a sports bra, bae, I need support
I say less is best but I need more
Shoulda took me shopping to the store
[Verse 3]
I can't fuck with you no more
When I go to sleep, Gucci sheets now
Going out to eat, don't eat no meat now
Yeah, we from the streets, you get a beat down
Skin tanned 'cause we living on the beach now
[Verse 4]
Shining like a diamond, fine dining
Forty thousand, turn that shit to fifty thousand
Bitch, I'm wildin', stranded on a island
Money piling, Rolex 'cause I put that time in
Put the time in
[Verse 5]
Yeah, open the door, tell 'em you got money but need more
Yeah, in a Porsche, call me a gold digger, yes, of course
I'm in Dior, I think I just might buy me a horse
Basketball game, we on the floor, I need me new bags just to adore
[Verse 6]
I can't fuck with you no more
When I go to sleep, Gucci sheets now
Going out to eat, don't eat no meat now
Yeah, we from the streets, you get a beat down
Skin tanned 'cause we living on the beach now
[Verse 7]
Shining like a diamond, fine dining
Forty thousand, turn that shit to fifty thousand
Bitch, I'm wildin', stranded on a island
Money piling, Rolex 'cause I put that time in
Put the time in
[Verse 8]
Yeah, open the door, tell 'em that you tired of being poor
(I need change, ****) Yeah, style galore
Pull up in a tank, ready for war
Thank the Lord, got my passport, take me on tour
Tryna ride the wave, now all aboard
Champagne for the pain, can you pour?
[Verse 9]
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
Written by: Adam Feeney, Carter Lang, Teo Halm, Tierra Whack
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