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Raditz
1.977
Turnede
Hip-Hop/Rap
Raditz adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak KILL! / EMPIRE tarafından 26 Ağustos 2020 tarihinde yayınlandıKill!
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AlbümKill!
Çıkış Tarihi26 Ağustos 2020
FirmaKILL! / EMPIRE
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM166

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
KXLLSWXTCH
KXLLSWXTCH
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cxdy
Cxdy
Producer

Şarkı sözleri

If you don't smoke crack, you're wack
Where the fat hoes?
Your bitch wanna catch my balls in her mouth like Ash Ketchum (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'ma bring the pain, it's off with his brains, he thought he could diss
Super Saiyan, I go off the chain if he run his lips
Bitch, pay me, like Frito-Lays, I'm about my chips
No safety, one in the chamber, the pistol gripped
Call me Dada, then don't call her, just hit once
Boy, shut up, won't do nada, he too puss'
No valor, Medal of Honor, my gun buss
At medulla oblongata, he bite dust (huh)
I'ma beat his brains in 'til his cranium vacant
Break shit, go fuck up some faces
All black when I'm fitted up like the Matrix
Shut up, bitch, is we fuckin'? I got no patience
Uh, yes, I'm a bastard, don't feel no guilt
Bitch, I do my dirt when I'm laughin', uh
He in my sights, he thought it was nice
I might call his bluff and attack him, uh
My money right, I got a bag
Your pockets look like they fastin', uh
He go to sleep, tell him goodnight
Shh, he need a mattress, uh
See me up the stick, he panic, uh
Beam to his tummy, no Raditz, uh
Leave his ass leakin', no bandage
Houdini, make him vanish like magic, uh
Your future grim, no Mandy, uh
Can't stand bitches, they plastic, uh
Tell her, "Give me cheeks," no Sandy, uh
I'ma give her good dick then abandon, uh
No, this shit ain't sweet, uh, bitch, I'll split your cabbage
He gon' need a genie, uh, not talking Aladdin, uh
My dick in her teeth, uh, suck me 'til I'm flaccid, uh
You could have her back, uh, that bitch pussy damaged
I'ma bring the pain, it's off with his brains, he thought he could diss
Super Saiyan, I go off the chain if he run his lips
Bitch, pay me, like Frito-Lays, I'm about my chips
No safety, one in the chamber, the pistol gripped
Call me Dada, then don't call her, just hit once
Boy, shut up, won't do nada, he too puss'
No valor, Medal of Honor, my gun buss
At medulla oblongata, he bite dust (huh)
Written by: Jonathan Whitmer
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