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Meet Spooky
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Meet Spooky was released on January 10, 2025 by ALTER Music LLC as a part of the album SPOOKY
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AlbumSPOOKY
Release DateJanuary 10, 2025
LabelALTER Music LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travy
Travy
Performer
Lukman Onilenla
Lukman Onilenla
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Liam Harris
Liam Harris
Songwriter
Lukman Onilenla
Lukman Onilenla
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Liam Harris
Liam Harris
Producer
Scotty Desmarais
Scotty Desmarais
Mixing Engineer
Hector Vega
Hector Vega
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, you can put your money on them
Or have sense put your bets on me
365 in this game with my Gs
Each year plus a hundred degrees
She likes playing with fire until she gets burnt
My **** it's peak, my shows sold out man I need more p
I need to slow down man, I need more green
Listen
Man it's onto the next if this Swiss don't beat
She didn't so I got a new B
Who's he I did this for me
I need a line for Maddison B
I skip through man, a **** don't watch that
I'm going insane on the FYP
My **** got drones, no FPV
I'm too geeked up, no capital
I'm big Geeked up with a capital G
Couldn't love his life so he's loving the ski
I'm in my zone, I ain't chasing no bitches
Too locked in, you gon' need you a key
I'm floating like this 'cause Liam Produce it
Been two years but we still on a spree
Just swallowed a red pill, I need a blue one
'Cause in this life, you gotta be free
Who the fuck is rapping like this
Came in, started taking a piss
See the way that she sat on my, uh
I told her that like it like this
Take that leap and don't be a bitch
Nine out of ten I'm taking that risk
Actually, ten out of ten I'm taking that risk
Ten out of ten I'm taking that risk
I got more money, I got more fans
I got more **** that are bitting my hand
I got less pain, I got more fame
Still got figures that I need to obtain
I got real clean, I got less stains
Remember the Gov tried put me in chains
This life chose me but ain't shit change
The fans clued in I ain't have to campaign
Wake up, wake up
Don't fall on your ass, best stay up
Game seven I won with a lay up
Ts crazy he came with, uh, click-click bang
Onomatopoeia
Mommy's worried but this shit gon' to pay off
Don't be upset your song gon' take off
Fly like a birdie, a **** don't play golf (yeah)
I look at my opps these **** I shake off, uh
Put these rappers in blunts and then I go bake off, uh
They say I'm the one even though you don't say so
No man is an island Turks and Caicos
I want it all pounds, dollars, euros, yen even the pesos
Some days I be feeling like Cain, other days I be feeling Abel
Fuck them **** that gossip on gang, me and my gang don't listen to A-holes
Sit back and watch how a **** going to do it, spooky go through it fuck up the angles
Like water, young **** fluid
I need good pussy that knows all my end goals
You **** ain't walking the walk
I seen them shoes them ain't the same soles
These **** just talking the talk
I think there's cocaine under their noses
But fuck it, a **** on top
You gon' have haters, that's how the game goes
I need more grace, I need more grace
I need more grace, I need more
God give me grace, God give me grace
God give me grace, God give me
I need more grace, I need more grace
I need more grace, I need more
God give me grace, God give me grace
God give me grace, God give me
Written by: Liam Harris, Lukman Onilenla
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