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Tew Much

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Hip-Hop

Tew Much was released on September 3, 2021 by PellYeah LLC as a part of the album Floating While Dreaming II

Song Details

AlbumFloating While Dreaming II

Release DateSeptember 3, 2021

LabelPellYeah LLC

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM155

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Pell

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jared Thomas Pellerin

Jared Thomas Pellerin

Lyrics, Composer

Samuel Girardot

Samuel Girardot

Composer

Stefan Rene Henry

Stefan Rene Henry

Composer

Anthony Gullage Jr

Anthony Gullage Jr

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Pell

Producer

PRO$per Jone$

Producer

Lyrics

I tell a b**** yield,

you doing too much,

if it's really real ain't gotta prove it too much

f*** how n****s feel

I'm trying to turn this s**t up,

I had to quarantine myself 'cause I was moving too much,

now b**** yield,

you doing too much,

always hit my phone like I ain't doing enough,

always hit my phone like we ain't screwing enough,

I'm trying to make a hundred million watch me run this s**t up,

It’s Mr Edgar Allen Poe up,

Sipping brown like it foldgers,

Always the one that’s litty,

But rarely the one that’s toe up,

wake up beside a goddess,

All My sunrises look gorgeous.,

Might dip before I eat breakfast,

But bacon what i leave home for,

It's for the hunger, not the taste,

want it , need it,

Andale!

Still I remember the days,

I was afraid,

they'd never f**k with the team,

Guess I'm never going back,

Now they want to be attached,

hitting my phone,

acting like a n***a owe em,

before I hung up I told em,

b**** yield,

you doing too much,

if it's really real ain't gotta prove it too much

f*** how n****s feel

I'm trying to turn this s**t up,

I had to quarantine myself 'cause I was moving too much,

now b**** yield,

you doing too much,

always hit my phone like I ain't doing enough,

always hit my phone like we ain't screwing enough,

I'm trying to make a hundred million watch me run this s**t up,

Its up, like Pixar,

3,2,1 liftoff,

Taxing what im packing like,

Like I had to get a zip off,

Shorty mad attractive,

But she acting like we involved,

Stay Honest with lil mama,

While she lying through her lip gloss,

(I mean) Rather chase what I can’t see

than be comfortable,

Know your past is your past but some

S**t inexpugnable,

So I dip right back to cali,

Where the weather is wonderful,

Only rolling white boys,

Call me token non fungible,

Brothers make some slight noise,

Thinking they indestructible,

Til I drop a couple records,

Then they change where they coming from,

Yall dick hop like its double dutch,

Nutty buddy y'all f*****g up,

I be dolo thats solo,

And slow my place like I double cupped,

Look,

Usually I’m doing too much,

But from the way they show love

Thought I aint doing enough,

These bills aint bout to pay themselves,

So I need more than I want,

NOW Before they tell me how to feel

I tell a

b**** yield,

you doing too much,

if it's really real ain't gotta prove it too much

f*** how n****s feel

I'm trying to turn this s**t up,

I had to quarantine myself 'cause I was moving too much,

now b**** yield,

you doing too much,

always hit my phone like .....

Written by: Anthony Gullage Jr, Jared Thomas Pellerin, Samuel Girardot, Stefan Rene Henry

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