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Void (feat. Xethius)
Hip-Hop/Rap
Void (feat. Xethius) was released on April 20, 2024 by BOMEGROWN ENT. as a part of the album Foreign Waves: Open Ocean
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Release DateApril 20, 2024
LabelBOMEGROWN ENT.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM127

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Smalls
Robert Smalls
Songwriter
Leonardo Maisano
Leonardo Maisano
Songwriter
Rell Pina
Rell Pina
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm never stagnant and I'm always ready to go get the bread
I'm never loafin', I'm stayin' on point
Hope you never forgettin' this right where it's at
That is a fact
All of my stompers, they rep if you steppin'
We take off your head
I cut 'em off when I feel paranoid
Breakin' your ligaments right at the joints
Know that I'm chosen, but I got a choice
I've been this way since a boy
Open up music, it's fillin' a void
Hush up your mouth told her kill all that noise when my music is playin'
I'm good with the blues, just give me the Franks
I'll even take my in fifties and dubs
Can't blame a **** who came out the Slums
Fuck is you talkin' bout (**** ain't up)
Fuck is you talkin' bout (**** ain't up)
Fuck is you talkin' bout
The fuck is you talkin' **** ain't up
Fuck is you talkin' bout (**** ain't up)
Fuck is you talkin' bout (**** ain't up)
The fuck is you talkin' bout
The fuck is you talkin' **** ain't up
Gone off the gas
Police behind me kissin' my ass
Trunk full of work, next to the cash
Passenger seat, foreign bitch with an ass
I ain't slowin' down for shit
I ain't doing time, no bid
I ain't ever lie, no fib
I'm- I'ma dick her down, she thick
I'ma bust her down and dip
Money keep callin', withdrawals
Palms keep itchin' more dollars
Fiend still sniffin' for the powder
Plug still callin' from the islands
Gotta keep it brief, know I got it
Heard there's a drought, no problem
Knock, knock, knock, who is that at the door
What you expect, gang run in with poles
This is a lick, get your ass on the floor
Takin' a shit, eat the food on the stove
Everything's packed, auto start, let's go
Back to the hood, know we headin' up north
Know a couple ****, Bome get the pack off
Sent some runners last time, bitches took the pack home
Bitch, you thought I was basic
Killin' this shit, POA for my cases
That's racks on racks, like, fuck it, I'll pay a 2K
I'm ballin', I'm laced up, Bome go talk to 'em
Know that I'm chosen, but I got a choice
I've been this way since a boy
Open up music, it's fillin' a void
Hush up your mouth told her kill all that noise when my music is playin'
I'm good with the blues, just give me the Franks
I'll even take my in fifties and dubs
Can't blame a **** who came out the Slums
Fuck is you talkin' bout (**** ain't up)
Fuck is you talkin' bout (**** ain't up)
Fuck is you talkin' bout
The fuck is you talkin' **** ain't up
Fuck is you talkin' bout (**** ain't up)
Fuck is you talkin' bout (**** ain't up)
The fuck is you talkin' bout
The fuck is you talkin' **** ain't up
I'm pullin' up in a black matted Jetta
They hatin' and jelly, I know that they envy
They lovin' my energy, soakin' it up
Drippin' the sauce, the seats spaghetti
Can somebody help me? Think I need a towel
Heard your law, you playin' the witness
You snitch and you know that it's already up
No need for talkin', cause you did enough
You break the code, lil' ****, you done
I don't know where the new **** from
Never runnin' off of my plug
Why would I do that if he showin' me love
I'ma spend all damn day in the trap
For the right price I'll pull up
You see me stuffin' these blues in the truck
Droppin' the top, I'ma pull up with cuz
I'ma have they ass runnin' right into the sword
Make him get to the point
Feelin' like Alonzo, I'm trainin' on Hoite
I'm givin' her good dick, it make her rejoice
I hit that sticky shit right with the finger
And they have to touch it, it's already moist
Hootin' and hollerin', losin' her voice
She say I'm controllin' 'cause I got the poise
Know that I'm chosen, but I got a choice
I've been this way since a boy
Open up music, it's fillin' a void
Hush up your mouth told her kill all that noise when my music is playin'
I'm good with the blues, just give me the Franks
I'll even take my in fifties and dubs
Can't blame a **** who came out the Slums
Fuck is you talkin' bout (**** ain't up)
Fuck is you talkin' bout (**** ain't up)
Fuck is you talkin' bout
The fuck is you talkin' **** ain't up
Fuck is you talkin' bout (**** ain't up)
Fuck is you talkin' bout (**** ain't up)
The fuck is you talkin' bout
The fuck is you talkin' **** ain't up
I'm never stagnant and I'm always ready to go get the bread
Hope you never forgettin' this right where it's at
All of my stompers, they rep if you steppin'
We take off your head
Written by: Leonardo Maisano, Rell Pina, Robert Smalls
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