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Crow Feathers
129
Hip-Hop/Rap
Crow Feathers was released on September 29, 2023 by VinDig as a part of the album Gris Gris
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Release DateSeptember 29, 2023
LabelVinDig
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daniel Son
Daniel Son
Performer
Wino Willy
Wino Willy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Son
Daniel Son
Songwriter
Daniel Borley
Daniel Borley
Composer
Charles Corpening
Charles Corpening
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wino Willy
Wino Willy
Producer

Lyrics

You hear the lighters flickin'
That's how you hear it over here, son
Wino, hit 'em with the cinematic shit
Uh
We don't abide by the laws, smile when the law abide
You a small fry, fry the onions with the voila (Cheffin' up)
I need that old Ferrari, they had his son cryin'
How many times them youngins spun but hit the wrong guy?(How many times?)
Post up where the residence lower
You think my lawyer lit a fire when the evidence wrong? (Not guilty)
Crack in them Coke cans, you can smell it by noon
Then her partner took a hit, then they knot at the moon
I'm at the table where the bread get breaked
Finesse at Athen lake
My next deal is a check that's blank
All gas, no breaks, might need a extra tank
My dog, I lit the blunt soon as I left the bank
Situations in my head, they keep re-running
Shit, my phone keep ringin', know somebody need somethin' (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Rub it on your gums, got your teeth numb (Oh, yeah)
Drawin' up the place, son, I make the team function
Cigarettes burnin' holes through the whole leathers (They do)
Why I do 'em wrong still when I know it's better? (I don't know)
Still grindin' all day and no gold treasure
Shorty's eyelashes lookin' like some crow feathers (That's that)
Cigarettes burnin' holes through the whole leathers (What it do?)
Why I do 'em wrong still when I know it's better? (I don't know)
Still grindin' all day and no gold treasure
Shorty's eyelashes lookin' like some crow feathers (Yo, who that, son?)
I seen a 12 followin' a Uber
Had to hop out and bust maneuvers off of the scooter (What you need?)
Catch plays like Cooper, big girl, it's hard to move her (Big girl)
She studied every page of the kamasutra
Protectin' my interest, me and my co-defendants broke the blem up (Uh)
See your show, look like a low attendance (Where the people at?)
Rick James inspiried all the henchmen
'Cause now we start muddle on your couch upon the entrance (Fuck yo' couch!)
With no shame, they rolled the coattails
They heart tallow like the 168 boat tails
Straight from the whole sale (Aha)
Follow the blow trails
They show and tell, but no money to post bail? (Where the bread at?)
Highway to Hell, right through the snow of Hell
Bread from the old coral, whipped the weight, broke the scale
Shit, I kept it faith when the hope was frail (Oh, Lord)
Now we sippin' rosé out the holy grail
Cigarettes burnin' holes through the whole leathers (They do)
Why I do 'em wrong still when I know it's better? (I don't know)
Still grindin' all day and no gold treasure
Shorty's eyelashes lookin' like some crow feathers (That's that)
Cigarettes burnin' holes through the whole leathers (They do)
Why I do 'em wrong still when I know it's better? (I don't know)
Still grindin' all day and no gold treasure
Shorty's eyelashes lookin' like some crow feathers (Fuck is that?)
Written by: Charles Corpening, Daniel Son
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