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Nonsense
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Nonsense was released on July 14, 2021 by Create Capital as a part of the album Manera Tha Kiddd
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Release DateJuly 14, 2021
LabelCreate Capital
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
xxxmanera
xxxmanera
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Синичкин Данила
Composer

Lyrics

Bitch, bitch, bitch, whoa
Bitch, bitch, bitch, whoa
Bitch, bitch, bitch, whoa
Bitch, whoa, bitch, bitch, whoa
What you talkin' when you arguin' on phone? Bitch, whoa
Watch yourself when you next time home alone, bitch, whoa
All my brothers walk around and you don't know
Bitch, whoa (ha-ha, what?), bitch, whoa (yeah, bah-bah)
I want a Corvette, Corvette, uh, bitch, I drip like Balmain, yeah
Watch you seekin' on me thug, you wanna fight me in my hood (ayy)
Look what I got you none, bitch, I not even my prime
Chanel bag for bitch to hide my GRAMM's, you know, that shit for fun
Break bones, like a fuckin' stones, dug that grave for fun
Watch your tone, or I make you lay on shit, make sure I done
Bitch, I'm flawless and I won't miss, yeah, you give me fuckin' promise
This is nonsense, this is homicide, fuck the feelings, no simps
Ballin' Southside and I feelin' no West, I been hella run in this city with friends
Shoppin' so bad got a hella options
'Rarri's goin', "Vroom", crushin' into church bitch, yeah
We be prayin' God to be well when life is hell, yeah
Had a lotta sins, we about to go and sell, yeah
Shit is real life, or it's crazy fairy tale, yeah
We still write the heat, 'cause my mind is heat as well, yeah
Fat ass, tight pussy, only type of shit for me
Shot from back then flip a ho and give her taste 'cause she a freak
Is yo' boy just popped on me? Beat his ass just braggin' him
Hopped on Porsche with foreign bitch, just sayin' there's all eyes on me
Ha-ha-ha, bitch is happy gave me top
Talk-talk-talk, haters never goin' stop
Rock-rock-rock, like a haters never stop
Rock-rock-rock, bitch, I'm rock-rock-rock (we talkin' Big Boy Beats)
I want a Corvette, Corvette, uh, bitch, I drip like Balmain, yeah
Watch you seekin' on me thug, you wanna fight me in my hood
Look what I got you none, bitch, I not even my prime
Chanel bag for bitch to hide my GRAMM's, you know, that shit for fun
Break bones, like a fuckin' stones, dug that grave for fun
Watch your tone, or I make you lay on shit, make sure I done (bastard don't)
Bitch, bitch, bitch, whoa
Bitch, bitch, bitch, whoa
Bitch, bitch, bitch, whoa
Bitch, whoa, bitch, bitch, whoa
Written by: Синичкин Данила
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