Top Songs By Ol' Burger Beats
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ol' Burger Beats
Performer
Awon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ole-Birger Neergård
Lyrics
Antwan Wiggins
Lyrics
Kristoffer Eikrem
Lyrics
Sigurd Drågen
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ol' Burger Beats
Producer
Lyrics
Yah, it's Awon, nah mean
Ol' Burger, on the slow burner, ya nah mean
Manifest into thin air all my desires
74 racks to wire, my vinyl supplier
74 Gerald Genta, Pateks I'm into
Cold as the winter, any contender will surrender
Land Rover cocaine matte white Defender
Black interior, snake eyes a snow ninja
With opulence I got a doctorate, me falling off is preposterous
This last decade I've been dominate
A sleeping giant, low-key though my name prominent
I saw it all through the oculus, VR binoculars
Buying real estate in the metaverse with crypto
Got the blockchain locked like prisoners on Gitmo
Fresher than the best dressed at Pitti Uomo
Off-white for Virgil Abloh, bro that's if you know though
The loud got me moving slow-mo, I'm on my mojo
I must get paid for the fam, fuck that promo yo
All these rappers want to live in laps of luxury
What's the point if you can't do it with company
If I get money, my fam gets money
There's enough bread for all of us, no one left hungry
All these rappers want to live in laps of luxury
What's the point if you can't do it with company
If I get money, my fam gets money
There's enough bread for all of us, no one left hungry
74 two door Caprice vert on sixes
GMT Swiss made timepiece, it glistens
LS engine, rumbles system ridiculous
Ol' Burger Beats blasting, cruising the mission
Mini Draco, cause in the air it's always tension
Swerve on potholes can't fuck up the suspension
With this mic I'm a technician
It's not a lot of underground cats in my position, or with the vision
I leveled up, Hodinkee, to get my bezel up
Micro-dose infinite pipes, I done seen pressure bust
Mellow out 74 beats my resting rate
Apple fritter lit in my joint, It's time to elevate
Supreme Submariner, or the blacked out Nautilus
My watchlist for watches y'all haters be so fraudulent
Actin' up, frontin' for socials but you ain't racking up
Always mad and stuff because your music is whack as fuck
All these rappers want to live in laps of luxury
What's the point if you can't do it with company
If I get money, my fam gets money
There's enough bread for all of us, no one left hungry
All these rappers want to live in laps of luxury
What's the point if you can't do it with company
If I get money, my fam gets money
There's enough bread for all of us, no one left hungry
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