Plastic - Baby Smoove: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Plastic

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Plastic adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Never Stop Cashin tarafından 13 Nisan 2019 tarihinde yayınlandıFlawless

Şarkı Bilgileri

Çıkış Tarihi13 Nisan 2019

FirmaNever Stop Cashin

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM92

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Baby Smoove

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jaelin Parker

Songwriter

Şarkı sözleri

[Verse 1]

I play with plastic, this ain't really got a smell

But when I'm on the road, I'ma hide them pieces well

If I get locked up, they gon' try to add some years

I woulda known that indictment, but it's tatted on my skin

[Verse 2]

This shit real, snap my fingers, I can get a **** peeled

I been in the booth, but I'm thinkin' 'bout the field

New bitch like Fendi, but she YSL'd her heels

Walkin' through Somerset with a bag on me, for real

Painkillers in my pocket, I'ma take 'em till I heal

I'll be in the trenches, you ain't in your hood, for real

My **** got a low number, I might show my other skills

And you thought it was some pounds, but it's proof that I ain't kill

[Verse 3]

My ****, tell me what you want, what you need

Yeah, that shit around from the phones to the beans

Need every kind of whip, from the coupes to the sleaze

I got model bitches tryna suck me through the jeans

I got some white hot, 'bout to pour up inna cream

**** out here tough as hell, but ain't never got no cheese

You gon' make a fake page to say what you want to me

I ain't gotta search for hoes, all of 'em find me

[Verse 4]

Boy, you ain't gettin' off, somebody need to put you on

**** rappin' 'bout the kitchen, but ain't never touched the stove

I'm in and out of stores, bitch, I'll call you when I'm home

But I'll be home in a week 'cause right now, I'm on the road

These **** tell it all when a little pressure on

You can hear the pain in my shit, ****, that's my sauce

So in love with this money, I can't stand me bein' broke

**** play with my name, we gon' hang 'em by his throat

[Verse 5]

This shit real, snap my fingers, I can get a **** peeled

I been in the booth, but I'm thinkin' 'bout the field

New bitch like Fendi, but she YSL'd her heels

Walkin' through Somerset with a bag on me, for real

Painkillers in my pocket, I'ma take 'em till I heal

I'll be in the trenches, you ain't in your hood, for real

My **** got a low number, I might show my other skills

And you thought it was some pounds, but it's proof that I ain't kill

[Verse 6]

Three gram wood to the face, I'm not passin'

Most these **** characters, in these raps, they be actin'

I ain't really like these rap ****, they be cappin'

If **** want smoke, it's on the flo', I ain't cappin'

If you don't buy the whole damn pack, ****, why you askin'?

Havin' dreams that I'm rich, I woke up, and made it happen

Fell asleep with my cup, and woke up to a package

Turnin' nothing into something, **** think I know magic

[Verse 7]

I play with plastic, this ain't got a smell

But when I'm on the road, I'ma hide them pieces

If I, they gon'

I woulda known that indictment, but it's tatted on my skin

[Verse 8]

This shit real, snap my fingers, I can get a **** peeled

I been in the booth, but I'm thinkin' 'bout the new light

But she YSL'd her heels, walkin' through Somerset with a bag on me, for real

Painkillers in my, I'ma take 'em till I heal

I'll be in the trenches, you ain't in your hood, for real

**** got a low, I might show my other

And you thought it was some, but it's, it ain't

Ay, ay

Written by: Jaelin Parker

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