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Ethnic
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ethnic was released on September 9, 2022 by 1101 Recordings, Inc. as a part of the album David Raé Shawn Presents: Posse Cut - 1101
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Release DateSeptember 9, 2022
Label1101 Recordings, Inc.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM162

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jazerie Murize Carter
Jazerie Murize Carter
Songwriter
David Rae Shawn Seals
David Rae Shawn Seals
Songwriter
Carlos Cantrell Chandler
Carlos Cantrell Chandler
Songwriter

Lyrics

White women like cocaina
Black women love Hennessy
The Latinas I know, they like to smoke, they roll in anything
Young shooter, he be in a stolo, roll in anything
Said he on the way to the chop shop when he served me
Never fucked on any of the women who used to curve me
I might be lucky, they all pregnant now
Or I probably could've got them to the point of never settling down
Anyway we'll never know, that shit is foul
Sitting back thinking what life would be without you
Perfect
Never will be, never strived to be that
The soil fucked me over, couldn't see the snail or the snake up in my grass
Was flipping ya bitch when the polo was plaid
I could've fucked them two at a time
My **** you do the math
I shouldn't have skipped class
It still wouldn't have taught me about the life that I lived
Or let me know about shorty who drove two hours, just to make sure I don't do a bid
Kill city front lines
Booling when it's crunch time
A hundred-ten to the umpire
That boy got an arm on him
Shooting, past dice games
Brodie got precise aim
She see her in my chains
That demon got a heart on him
Narcissistic
But I move through mirrors like Haku when you pessimistic
You gon always know who shot you, I been living different
It's simple back in the cold
I don't need no one to do bad
I could do bad all on my own
Yeah
Mad TV, you can't believe what you seen
If it's smoke the scene look like we bout to jump through the screen
These **** pussy, watch them jump through the screams
My killer got a swatch if he get blood on the first
The pack up in my hands look like a corsage
So close to success that I could touch it like I'm courtside
A fortnight I was working
Capital Steez, I'm soul searching till my flows is perfect
Postponing with bitches cause I know this shit is worth it
The past say I'm welcome, I'm just trying hard not to revisit
Pass this along to my assistant
Tell her bring me all of the business
And for my ****, all of the baddest bitches
That's all convincing to the **** or the bitch that's just listening
Murder, apply pressure on tracks
My guys be the witness, Jehovah
Shawty bounce that ass for me like Magnolia
Play with me lil **** I'll fold ya
Like some dirty laundry yeah or some clothes huh
Look
Forgie told me shine on them
Swim pulled the fye on them
Goldchain, five hundred
Goldchain, five hundred
Hard knock graduate, rent was only five hundred
What we ain't gon do is treat it like it ain't five hundred
I moved past the shit that had came with the age shift
Like, these days I'm less patient
And my bitch is more flagrant, less toxic
I had to choose a space for my conscious
And moving through the face while losing my optics
Put a **** up for a lil bit of change
Chain
Written by: Carlos Cantrell Chandler, David Rae Shawn Seals, Jazerie Murize Carter
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