Headcrack - Rome Streetz & Futurewave: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Rome Streetz & Futurewave

Headcrack

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Hip-Hop

Headcrack adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Bad Influenyce/ Brown Bag Money tarafından 22 Mart 2019 tarihinde yayınlandıHeadcrack

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümHeadcrack

Çıkış Tarihi22 Mart 2019

FirmaBad Influenyce/ Brown Bag Money

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM82

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Rome Streetz

Performer

Futurewave

Performer

Jerome Allen

Rap

Martin Budik

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jerome Allen

Songwriter

Martin Budik

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Futurewave

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

Yo

Life's a gamble, bitches blowin' on my shakers, hope I headcrack

I'll beat your loose deuce and take your paper, lemme get that

Fuck a setback, I'm all about the forward motion

Drop a four on the floor, I'm lit off the Henny or the Mo' potion

Fuck broke, I stay holdin', you X-rollin'

My chain golden, been a slick finesser since train tokens

My game potent, left your dame open

Got hoes from here to Hoboken

Me take a loss? You bozos hopin'

I'm top rank, stop, think, when the dice drop

Crack a nice knot

Your head cold like the ice rock

His slaves got four to the Tracey, my luck amaze me

See my palm on the 80 'cause losers be actin' shady

Bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs

You know the steelo, paper with eagles I made off of trade that's illegal

Headcrack, packin' the paper, stackin's the motive

My glow golden, you either holdin' or your pockets broken

Life's a gamble, roll a dice, you come up or you lose

You either starve or bust a move, what the fuck you choose?

Either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs

Either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs

**** thought they deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips

And I reached down for their money, pa, forget about this

Ayo, my mind's locked on clockin' a grip, that's what it be like

Mad **** failin', caught Ls over three dice

****'ll let you in and stick you up in the end

Rock you to sleep, grimy **** pretend, know what you in

Never gamble high stakes with snakes, you know the rules

I only drop paper with **** that's in my crew

We bettin' C-notes, whatever's on the floor is a bet

I took a couple losses, made my money back, then I jet

**** is gamblin' the money that they owe the connect

Then fuckin' up the re-up, now you broke and in debt, stupid

We takin' risks like we in Vegas, be with major players

Need hundred bottle layers, I'm more than just a rhyme sayer

Headcrack, packin' the paper, stackin's the motive

My glow golden, you either holdin' or your pockets broken

Life's a gamble, roll a dice, you come up or you lose

You either starve or bust a move, what the fuck you choose?

Either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs

Either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs

**** thought they deuce was live, then I hit 'em with trips

And I reached down for their money, pa, forget about this

Written by: Jerome Allen, Martin Budik

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