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007
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Hip-Hop/Rap
007 was released on October 19, 2024 by Pebbles-Ent as a part of the album W.I.L.D
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AlbumW.I.L.D
Release DateOctober 19, 2024
LabelPebbles-Ent
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zamere Lewis
Zamere Lewis
Songwriter
willie mccants
willie mccants
Songwriter
Jéla McBride
Jéla McBride
Songwriter
Haadiyah Brant
Haadiyah Brant
Songwriter

Lyrics

I admire your courage, Miss, uh..
Trench
Sylvia Trench
I admire your luck, Mr..
Bond
James Bond
The Pebbles motherfucka.
James Bond
James Bond
James Bond
James Bond
James Bond
So let me get this straight
You guys are spies on a secret mission
Quite right, Mr. Bravo, quite right
Secret Agent Code 14 clearly states..
The Pebbles motherfucka..
Alright
I guess that makes me the object of desire
Now pay attention
This comb is a bomb
You comb your hair once to activate it, and twice to..
James Bond
Bond
James Bond
I left him in the past tense
Ever since I ran that money up
**** got mad friends
Switchy with a cherry beam
On it in a matte benz
Fah, fah, fah
**** couldn't see me in that dark tint
**** look a killer in the eyes
Parked parallel next to his whip
He with his bitch
You thought it mattered
Now I put that **** in the ditch
Wet him up
Wet him up
Leave them **** drenched
Five **** shootin' on your side
Never was the bench
Ah, push it
Push them fuckin' daisies up
If a **** make it through these bullets
He got crazy luck
Nah, I'm pushin' it
That **** ain't wakin' up
Said he wanna be my shooter
Cause a nine to five don't make enough
Bitch, I block get down, get down, get down
Bitch, I'm tryna get you doggie style
And take you to the pound
You a stranger, then no chillin', pussy
This is not a lounge
Got connections in the streets, pussy
I'll put you underground
It's so crazy, baby, I'm so wavy
Slippin', you might drown
Wanna chew me like my sound
Don't got time for no..
Don't got time for no..
Bond
The Pebbles motherfucka
The Pebbles motherfucka
Don't got time for no lil' bitch tryna marry me
Nah, bitch, you cannot get the gown
Said I'm heartless, made her frown
But she still get the dick out
That's why you my favorite, lil' bitch
Love when you poke them lips out
Got all of these blues up in my pocket
Like I brought the Crips out
If we gon' fuck, then keep it on the hush
Don't run your big mouth, bitch, just keep it zip
I got a zip, and some Henny on the rock
She think I'm focused on the hands on my body
But I'm more focused, uh
On the hands on the clock
Cause it's bread to be made
If he don't got it, then he goin' in a..
Box
Like a motherfuckin' Happy Meal
Like bitches with all ass and no legs
Don't need to ask you real
Mazel tov, shot this ****
Curled up like some Jewish hair
Never lackin'
40 tucked in my ethica underwear
Get super fried, get electrified
Like I got the chair
You dead on the scene, no spittle
They savin' lives in there
****, did you like some laundry
Hung you to dry in there
Didn't make it off the couch
Just left you lyin' there
You made your bed, just lay in it
****, you dyin' there
Couldn't be good if he sell it for half
Watch what you buyin' there
Pistol pokey, leave pistol smokey
Bitch, don't approach me
Or get blasted by bitches with toasties up in the Kochi
Ever since I ran that money up **** got mad friends
Cherry beam on it and in a matte Benz
****, couldn't see me in that dark tent
****, look your killer in the eyes
****, look your killer in the eyes
Written by: Haadiyah Brant, Jéla McBride, Zamere Lewis, willie mccants
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