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Area Codes
39.638
Hip-Hop/Rap
Area Codes adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Bird Vision Entertainment tarafından 2 Kasım 2018 tarihinde yayınlandıFeed Tha Streets ll
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Çıkış Tarihi2 Kasım 2018
FirmaBird Vision Entertainment
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM76

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
sonic
sonic
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Spencer
Kevin Spencer
Mixing Engineer
sonic
sonic
Producer

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[Verse 1]
I got different hoes in different area codes
I feel like Luda, hop out with a shooter
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right
Got a red beam, caught him sleepin' at the red light
[Verse 2]
These **** been cappin', I can't do that shit no more
If a **** wasn't real he can't be around Ricch no more
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more
Made a million, I don't even count no more
[Verse 3]
Rare talk, yeah talk, I'm gettin' to the bag, ****
**** call me Goyard Roddy 'cause a **** hoppin' out my bag, ****
Never fell in love with a bitch 'cause Ricch ain't goin' out sad, ****
I was just choppin' it up with Meek, now I hop out the rag, ****
[Verse 4]
Whippin' up dough, got the re-work
Spilled it on my T-shirt
That Justin Bieber, she love my trap demeanor
How you **** say you robbin', you ain't never make the news
Countin' up ten racks then I got some brand new shoes
[Verse 5]
I got a brown skin bad as Meagan Good
Pullin' up Panamera when I'm in my hood
**** think I made a million off the drugs
Take care of my dawgs on death row like I'm Suge, yeah, yeah
[Verse 6]
I got different hoes in different area codes
I feel like Luda, hop out with a shooter
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right
Got a red beam, caught him sleepin' at the red light
[Verse 7]
These **** been cappin', I can't do that shit no more
If a **** wasn't real he can't be around Ricch no more
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more
Made a million, I don't even count no more
[Verse 8]
I just fucked her then I kicked her, no romancin'
She just like me 'cause my diamonds dancin' like a ballerina
If a **** movin' by myself then I gotta have a Nina
Told that bitch, I only want her, I ain't never ever need her
[Verse 9]
Gotta get a Puma deal, waitin' on my call for memory
Slangin' that white girl, Miley Cyrus, but my plug Vietnamese
See all these **** hate me 'cause I got these racks on me
And my diamonds water, bitch, I spent a dub for the submarine
[Verse 10]
I got a new broad in every city I've been steppin' in
I hopped on the private with Louis V luggage
I got a new bag and hopped in the Benz
Got the new Cartier glasses, I'm pimpin', lil' ****, the navy blue tinted the lens
I just need Benjamins, I don't need no friends
[Verse 11]
I got different hoes in different area codes
I feel like Luda, hop out with a shooter
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch, gotta make sure that her head right
Got a red beam, caught him sleepin' at the red light
[Verse 12]
These **** been cappin', I can't do that shit no more
If a **** wasn't real he can't be around Ricch no more
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no more
Made a million, I don't even count no more
Written by: Eric Anthony Sandoval, Rodrick Moore
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