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Alright
9,200
Hip-Hop/Rap
Alright was released on December 13, 2024 by Cleopatra Records as a part of the album In The Booth - EP
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Release DateDecember 13, 2024
LabelCleopatra Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dc2trill
Dc2trill
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dillan Caster
Dillan Caster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rocaine
Rocaine
Producer

Lyrics

Turn me up (Phew), turn me up, Chris (Mr. Fuckin' Groovy)
(Phew) Know what I'm sayin'? Know what I'm sayin'? (Mr. Groovy)
Chris and the boys, but I ain't sippin' no Tris, ****
Good Quagen, ****, got a PT on me right now, ****, Wockhardt, baby, ****, yeah
Yeah, American Airlines ho (Ho), Spirit-ass bitch (Stupid)
I'm pourin' fours, she touch her toes, I love that ratchet shit (Pourin' fours)
Use a bitch as decoy, sneak by security with the blick (Sneakin')
I ain't pour in six hours, ****, I got an itch (Mr. Fuckin' Groovy)
These young **** rockin' Amiris, they'll walk you down, I ain't gotta pay for that (Walk you down)
You come around talkin' cash shit, but he just bumpin' his gums
All these **** know is ride waves, but I made one (Know it)
All these **** know is Rod Waves like a sad song
Please play it cool, my temper short, but my cash long (Please, short, please)
Pickin' this bitch up, Maybach seats she sit her ass on
****, I poured an eighth today, that's like three thousand talkin'
I got thirty ways of transportation, bitch, I'm barely walkin' ('Crete)
Bitch, I'm DC, want me to wife her, she chasin' dreams often ('Crete)
Codeine, protein, I don't see no difference when I'm talkin' (Motherfuckin' 'Crete)
Tired of Instagram hoes, fuck around and give up my login (Tired, tired)
Yes, you always see me with a cup, but when have you seen me coughin'? (Damn)
I used to rob ****, now I'm in clubs where white people go (Used to)
Fifty-nine ****, sixty deep, walkin' in your office (Damn)
Get a bev', then make it saucy, get a **** whacked for a PSP (Yeah)
Askin' me to match a deuce, why would you embarrass me? (Stop it)
Stay your pussy ass out the kitchen if you can't take the heat (You know)
This the wrong place to go fishin', fuck around, meet the leash (Know it)
****, I gotta stay ten toes in the name of Reese (Ten toes)
Camo!, Draft Day, Boat, and me, I ain't bein' no plus-three (Motherfuckin' 'Crete)
I can bring a **** career back like the Hummer V (Homage)
Look inside my earlobes, them bitches sixty-plus each (And he fuckin' bought 'em)
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Bitch, bitch)
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Bitch, bitch, rich, bitch, bitch)
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Bitch, bitch)
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Bitch, bitch, rich, bitch, bitch)
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Bitch, bitch)
Alright, alright, alright, alright (Bitch, bitch, rich, bitch, bitch)
Written by: Dillan Caster
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