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90
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Hip-Hop/Rap
90 was released on March 15, 2024 by Never Fallen as a part of the album Top Two
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AlbumTop Two
Release DateMarch 15, 2024
LabelNever Fallen
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Clarke
Daniel Clarke
Songwriter
Sazar Ramos
Sazar Ramos
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Okay, Daniel)
Brr, yeah
Which bombaclat dog I am?
'Cause this morning me wake up good enough-
Give me a good bludclat- (Nah, forreal)
Young **** gotta move silent, we tip toe inside of his house, we not playin' around
Gotta stay militant, won't make a sound (Uh-huh)
My **** be dogs, they gon' beat out the pound (Yeah)
She eat my kids, she not welcome at playgrounds
Just like a boxer, we doin' them rounds (Beat 'em up)
Weigh on the scale, tell me how many pounds
We get to sweepin' the block, Jay Hound
(Let's go)
I get the green like a motherfuckin' blackboard
Throwin' oops to the bro off the backboard
I had to switch up my ways, had to fast forward (Switch it up)
We finna beat up the opps with a flash cord
Send him away, he's not needin' a passport
Count up the money while I light a matchboard (Uh-huh)
Emergency racks in the cut, I be stashed, stored
I send those shots, **** don't want that war (Fuck no)
I rob you ****, not robbin' no store (On God)
All of that muscle, get shot in your core (Grrah)
Ice on my body, I really want more (Brr)
T-These **** dissin' the gang, we gon' pull up and strangle, we huntin' you **** like boar (Yeah)
I hit your bitch from the back then I pass it to bro, **** mad that his bitch is a whore
Run up the cheese for the guys, I'm not changin'
Benjamin never get old, he not agin' (He not agin')
Fuck **** bitchin', on bruh, we gon' tase 'em
Glock with a switch and a beam, it gon' raise 'em (It gon' raise 'em)
That **** pussy, he slide on occasions (Damn)
Blick finna spice up his mouth like it's Cajun (Uh-huh)
White plug, he with me, that **** named Jason
Takeoff, I'm catchin' the heat like I'm ragin' (Skrt)
Fuck school, fuck a 9-5
I was on the block sellin' 90 pies
I'm a crazy **** takin' 90 lives
Then I do the dash, doin' 90 miles
Fuck school, fuck a 9-5
I was on the block sellin' 90 pies
I'm a crazy **** takin' 90 lives
Then I do the dash, doin' 90 miles
Young **** gotta move silent, we tiptoe inside of his house, we not playin' around
Gotta stay militant, won't make a sound
My **** be dogs, they gon' beat out the pound
She eat my kids, she not welcome at playgrounds
Just like a boxer, we doin' them rounds
Weigh on the scale, tell me how many pounds
We get to sweepin' the block, Jay Hound
Just like a boxer, we doin' them rounds and just like a ninja, we not makin' a sound (Shhh)
Lil' bro the plug, he said how many pounds? I told 'em enough to make me nod out
She call me king, where the fuck is my crown? I gotta white shooter that's finna go pout (Finna go pout)
I might be fat, but I creep like a mouse
Cardio lessons, I'm runnin' you down (I'm runnin' you down)
Kicked out a bitch right after I came (Damn)
I only wanted the game (Wanted the game)
I'm on my BS, I don't think I will change (Nah)
Shit, I wanted the brain (I wanted the brain)
Switch out the Coupe, I swerve in a Range (I swerve in a Range)
Cartier glasses, I switched out my frames (I switched out my frames)
Freaky lil' bitch, she want it on tape (She want it on tape)
Just like an Altima, I don't have no breaks (I don't have no breaks)
F-F-Fucked a white bitch, I made a mistake, she called up the feds, I ran from the jakes (Oopsies)
Keep me a switch, I don't ever play, if I see me an opp, I'm finna go spray
She on my dick, I'm makin' a play, now I'm flexin' my diamonds like I'm Lil Tay
She ride my dick, she wanna come stay, I feel like Tyreese, I'm taking my pace
(Damn, damn, let's go)
Smokin' my opps just like a lace
You gettin' sparked just like a tase
Got a Jamaican, she want to come taste
All in her face just like it's mace
Play by the cards, she call me an ace (Yeah)
Hole in his body, Firefist Ace
Leave me alone, I need me some space
Fuck school, fuck a 9-5
I was on the block sellin' 90 pies
I'm a crazy **** takin' 90 lives
Then I do the dash, doin' 90 miles
Fuck school, fuck a 9-5
I was on the block sellin' 90 pies
I'm a crazy **** takin' 90 lives
Then I do the dash, doin' 90 miles
Young **** gotta move silent, we tip toe inside of his house, we not playin' around
Gotta stay militant, won't make a sound (Uh-huh)
My **** be dogs, they gon' beat out the pound (Yeah)
She eat my kids, she not welcome at playgrounds
Just like a boxer, we doin' them rounds (Beat 'em up)
Weigh on the scale, tell me how many pounds
We get to sweepin' the block, Jay Hound
Written by: Daniel Clarke, Sazar Ramos
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