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Appeal
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Appeal was released on October 18, 2017 by Duetti as a part of the album Money Changes Everything
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Release DateOctober 18, 2017
LabelDuetti
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM65

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
03 Greedo
03 Greedo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Jackson
Jason Jackson
Composer

Lyrics

(Kitchen)
03
(Hi Phil)
I run it off in the kitchen
I'm going up like the water bill
I just can't fuck with no bitches
Who just don't know how the dollars feel
She wanna see the way ballin' feels
We wanna feel the way ballin' feels
From the state with the big marijuana fields
Smoking on cookies no Mrs. Fields
Barrin' cameras on couches like Dr. Phil
Her voice is so golden I got a grill
Ain't no judge but these hoes I ain't gotta grill
I do get my fuck around bein' this ill
Oh fuck, I might fuck around and appeal
My hitter might fuck around make a kill
Drama gang with the hotties upon the hill
I might pour me some Bobby and pop a pill
Pour my baby some juice in the cup
(Cup)
Baby bottle, gon' measure it up
(Up)
I had to be through with the drugs
(Drugs)
I poopoo drank gave that shit up
(Up)
No, I'm still fallin' in love
(Love)
I ain't trippin' I lean 'til I buzz
(Buzz)
If you hurt me again, I go nuts
(Go nuts)
Bitch we'll be able to fuck
(Fuck)
Valentino magic
No catch it bust it up
Girl you know a **** nasty
Middle finger in your butt
Fuckin' steady, need mo' money
'Cause it's like a thousand for a touch (Touch)
Turn the keys in tour money
They say this Sprinter was a bust
Ooh, ooh, I can't be fuckin' wit' you
Ooh, ooh, but I'm still fuckin' wit' you
Chasin' all the years, she fly as her age
Put the white girl in the trap, shut it down like Jiggs
I run it off in the kitchen
I'm going up like the water bill
I just can't fuck with no bitches
Who just don't know how the dollars feel
She wanna see the way ballin' feels
We wanna feel the way ballin' feels
From the state with the big marijuana fields
Smoking on cookies no Mrs. Fields
Barrin' cameras on couches like Dr. Phil
Her voice is so golden I got a grill
Ain't no judge but these hoes I ain't gotta grill
I do get my fuck around bein' this ill
Oh fuck, I might fuck around and appeal
My hitter might fuck around make a kill
Drama gang with the hotties upon the hill
I might pour me some Bobby and pop a pill
This the type of life you wouldn't understand but I don't mind
Teach yo' ass a lesson get your book marker like Columbine
You ain't V.I.P. like 03 Gree bitch you hoes out of line
Brand new from the lawless, ran it up 'fore we ran out of time
Beefed up off the Henny, and that every bitch I'm out my mind
I'ma keep it G, I thought I showed yo' ass a thousand times
Motherfuck all that talk, we get naked
It ain't wrong if I do finna chase it
'Pologize if you feel disrespected
Come here girlie I just wanna taste it
Speed up, time's racing
Trap phone disconnected
You know I'm connected
I won't get collected
My soul's in the section
My heart's in collection
Crossed paths wit' yo' badass
Interviews, running intersection
Ooh
Yeah
Intervene, you're intercepted
Mhm
Ooh
Mhm
Can't believe that I didn't expect it
I ooh, I run it up
Ooh, I run it up
I, I, ooh, I run it up
Ooh, I run it up
I run it off in the kitchen
I'm going up like the water bill
I just can't fuck with no bitches
Who just don't know how the dollars feel
She wanna see the way ballin' feels
We wanna feel the way ballin' feels
From the state with the big marijuana fields
Smoking on cookies no Mrs. Fields
Barrin' cameras on couches like Dr. Phil
Her voice is so golden I got a grill
Ain't no judge but these hoes I ain't gotta grill
I do get my fuck around bein' this ill
Oh fuck, I might fuck around and appeal
Hitter might fuck around make a kill
Drama gang with the hotties upon the hill
Pour me some Bobby and pop a pill
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Lemme hear it from the top
Written by: Jason Jackson
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