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End Up
2,313
Hip-Hop/Rap
End Up was released on September 4, 2024 by 6873589 Records DK as a part of the album End Up - Single
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Release DateSeptember 4, 2024
Label6873589 Records DK
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM125

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lincoln Kane Dixon
Lincoln Kane Dixon
Songwriter

Lyrics

Lil KK in this bitch GLAH
Nobody knows where they might end up
So I gotta live life to the fullest
We only got two ways to do this. We either throw hands or you catchin' a bullet
I love all my wiggas. They just like my ****.
Except them boys rockin' the mullet
Bitch tryna bop me. She got me twisted.
I see that wig off the don, I'ma pull it
I'm in her mouth, now I'm touchin' her molars
She playin' games with my dick, no controller
Feel like I'm Scottie, cause I keep it on me
And carry the weight of a goat on my shoulders
If you fuck with the beat, hit Yvla My lyrics cold, but his melody colder
That's my twin, but he ten years older
I was a jit when he told me my floater
I be sippin' on deuce like it's Fanta I'm her favorite fat man, bitch call me Santa
Call her my deer, cause she ride it like Prancer
She a baddie, I know she a cancer
Roll up a blunt then she turn to a dancer.
Uh, turn to a dancer. Uh, her booty fat, I might have to pants her
**** that listen, you know that I'm lyrical.
I ain't get caught with the poke, it's a miracle
Bro copped a plea, said his vows, it was marital.
And you still jack that he solid, hysterical
**** don't rap, what they live that shit terrible
Never fear any man, don't think I'm scarable
Henny with casa, make one hella variable.
Make me feel loose in my skin like it's wearable
Pass me the papers, the grabs and the flock
I'm bout to smoke, and then slide on your block
Fight me with hands, ****, put down the knox
I know you scared to get beat out your socks
Cookin' up dough the temp high like a fever
I'm smokin' indo, and maybe sativa
My plug callin hike, and you know I'm the QB
I'm sellin' the product, the feigns my receiver
Apoline Rapier, all on my body
Thirty-three shots to his back like he Scottie
Bitch on my list and I know that she naughty
I turn that bitch into a runner like Lotti
I gotta get to the gualla, no Sha **** be tough till these bullets go fa
Eli shoot 30 for 30 like glah
Pussy got poked in his rib and said ahhh
Written by: Lincoln Kane Dixon
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