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RTE 99
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RTE 99 was released on April 8, 2025 by CREW as a part of the album DIGG THIS
April 8, 2025
LabelCREW
LanguageEnglish
BPM96
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Fuck y'all
Go crazy on a beat
Fuck y'all fuck y'all
Go crazy on the beat son
99 problems
But I'm still on my feet
99 problems
But I'm still on my feet
Fuck y'all
Go crazy on a beat
Fuck y'all fuck y'all
Go crazy on the beat son
99 problems
But I'm still on my feet
99 problems
But I'm still on my feet
Whipping up the pot pushing weight on beat
Done laced em wit the sauce chef JRD
The sounds of night
Sabotage ya earphones
Words done made it bright
Venom that's infallible
Bone to brimstone aight
Megaton bomb out the air I be
Fly valley smoking loud ain't a care in me
Down to the broth
Fill the marrow
Up in my bones
I feel the arrows
From the scripture
To the burial
I'm flipping chips
Like they variable's
After all in came to sound alarms here only came to sound alarms here
Hit em with the one two , miss me with the long stares
I'm An Animal
Bars heavy
like and anvil
On every angle
Through present and
On the ample
We ain't even had to sample nothin
Fuck uo the Dj flipping the record
My sound more hospital gowns than hospitable brethren
Yeah we at it some more
Don't discredit
Bout to settle the score
From from microphone technique
Down to audio chords
Fuck y'all
Go crazy on a beat
Fuck y'all fuck y'all
Go crazy on the beat son
99 problems
But I'm still on my feet
99 problems
But I'm still on my feet
Fuck y'all
Go crazy on a beat
Fuck y'all fuck y'all
Go crazy on the beat son
99 problems
But I'm still on my feet
99 problems
But I'm still on my feet
I'm here to eat can't be sparing anyone
Now they tripping fear slip in like a Chevy in the mud
Don't forget
The soul begets
I'm more perplexed
All the bulshit
What comes around goes around
I guess
Been out the way California here I come
Take a look at what you made alot of chronic in my lungs
Known to dive in first
Your worst nightmare
on tracks or verses
Yeah I don't ever care
that's church shit
Paint a picture of my life don't color me bad
The only ones that I adore is the funds in the stash
Taller then lurch
Yeah that's feet
I fuck around up on the beat
Leave you grimier than the street son
Ruthless rolling my cannabis
Who the fuck said they ready for that Wormavin Valley shit
I'm not discreet
Fuck your camera
My depth too deep
If we can't blow tree
Then we up out that piece
Written by: Bryan Edward Valadez, Cesar Perez-Villegas, Jonathan Raymond Diaz
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