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DATEWITDEF
140
Hip-Hop
DATEWITDEF was released on April 3, 2024 by #23INCREDIBLEINDUSTRIES / WAVGODMUSIC as a part of the album STONE TEMPLE PYREX
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Release DateApril 3, 2024
Label#23INCREDIBLEINDUSTRIES / WAVGODMUSIC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Estee Nack
Estee Nack
Performer
Alex Rosario
Alex Rosario
Rap
Martin Budik
Martin Budik
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Rosario
Alex Rosario
Songwriter
Martin Budik
Martin Budik
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Futurewave
Futurewave
Producer

Lyrics

We ain't do it for A, uh (Nah)
Yeah, yo, yo, yo (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I'm sayin'? Nackman
Stack the bread high (KnahI'msayin'? To the sky, baby)
Proper accountin', you know what I'm sayin'? (Ching-ching-ching-ching-ching-ching)
I mean, mathematics is my foundation (How we put it together, son, we add on and take away, boy)
Ayo, son (Uh-huh), son, yeah
It ain't no fuckin' up the bread count, brodie (Oh!)
Spirit out his body crept out slowly (Bow!)
It ain't no time to play games (Nah)
**** feelin' all left out, lonely (Uh-huh)
His bad mommy pull her breast out and blow me (Mami!)
Indestructible body armor, intoxicated customer wanted drama
Desert Eagle dumpin', it's Nack Daddy, not to be confused with the Dalai Lama (I kill you)
Dutch smokin', sparkin' palmers (Smoke!)
Customer said the product is kickin' like Israel Adesanya (Wah-tah!)
Lots of commas, piranhas (Credit)
Vale cudlito, mi cama, chef it up front the customer like it's Benihana (Whip!)
Snitchin' front of your honor, just singin' like "Susana"
Guess he doesn't believe in karma
Wonderama, Bahama with stuffed pocket
Privat jet full of bricks, pull a spliff, openin' drug markets
Slide up in a flyin' carpet, suckin' profits (Money!)
No limit, tank bustin' rockets (Boom!)
We talkin' money, it's a motherfuckin' touchy topic, son (Money!)
Ayo
You goofy get laid to rest (Kill you)
Everybody I been down with is rooted in KOS (Myself)
Buckets of ice on us, we ain't do it for ALS (Bing-bing-bing-bing)
Yayo stretchin', I'm maneuverin' weight to rest (Trap!)
Spray the Wesson, I put two in a hater chest (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!)
Cops come, most of neighbours usually sayin' less
School of hard knocks, I been teachin' students and gradin' tests
Hundred shots (Bow-bow-bow!), anybody who in the way get left (Kill you!)
Fuckin' with me, it's obvious, you pursuin' a date with death (Woah!)
We'll take your last breath (Oh-oh, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Bang (Blow)
Written by: Alex Rosario, Martin Budik
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