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Floorin
6
Hip-Hop/Rap
Floorin was released on June 24, 2022 by Mad Fatti Inc as a part of the album Floorin - Single
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Release DateJune 24, 2022
LabelMad Fatti Inc
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM109

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kris the $pirit
Kris the $pirit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Gordon
Christian Gordon
Composer
Robert Milev
Robert Milev
Composer

Lyrics

(Huh)
(Gotta' wake them)
(Gotta' wake them)
Got to wake them up cup of Folgers (cheaya)
I never gave no fucks about opponents
Man 'dem on the block, sold dope was informants!
Going by the code, that's fools' gold, you know this!
Trap lords, open up back doors for rodents
Lock a young **** for packs that he sold him
You run that, I'll burn that boy down to roaches
The devil wants me back, but
I'm airborne in orbit yeah
(Huh)
Hundred million racks on racks, fuck your mortgage yeah
(Huh)
(Whoo)
Fuck your love like porn stars record it, yeah, (huh)
(Whoa)
Coming up that God source was dormant, yeah, (huh)
Fuck you thought I spawned out of the projects
Trying to slide on these **** for Jordan's
Homicide, that blood leaking euphoric (yeah)
Trying to slide on me, knife in the organs
Don't speak, spilling like oil leak out the corvette (Geesh)
Pussy **** surrounded me I'm allergic
City sleeping but they don't even deserve it
Curvy bitches still calling me for the orgies
Quarterback calling the shots, pour out the forties
Yeah
(Huh)
Hundred million racks on racks, fuck your mortgage yeah, (huh)
(Whoo)
Fuck your love like porn stars record it, yeah, (huh)
(Whoa)
Coming up that God source was dormant, yeah, (huh)
Fuck you thought I spawned out of the projects
(Whoo)
Keep your jewelry tucked
Where I'm from everybody get touched
I can't fuck no slut
King of the thing like Tut
Spitter like Carter out in New Orleans
North face covered the body, storming your fortress
Long days trapping narcotics, packaged the orders
Johnny dang on me can't change the fact that I'm gorgeous
If I don't got it I'm at your door like Mormon knock' knock
Give me my duffle bag is enormous big nots
I only do Milly rock when it's hoarded
Stored it, under bed, shorty red, flawless!
Yeah
(Huh)
Hundred million racks on racks, fuck your mortgage yeah, (huh)
(Whoo)
Fuck your love like porn stars record it, yeah, (huh)
(Whoa)
Coming up that God source was dormant, yeah, (huh)
Fuck you thought I spawned out of the projects
Written by: Christian Gordon, Robert Milev
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