Cheat Code - Corey St.Rose: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

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Cheat Code adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak True Colors Worldwide tarafından 5 Şubat 2021 tarihinde yayınlandıCheat Code - Single

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Çıkış Tarihi5 Şubat 2021

FirmaTrue Colors Worldwide

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM72

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Corey St.Rose

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Corey St.Rose

Songwriter

Şarkı sözleri

They said go heat up

The winter

I’m pushing forgiens

Come hang with some winners

Remember them days

Wasn’t light in the crib

Now we eat lobster for dinner

**** be lying

Ain’t Shooting no guns

You don’t even know any killers

No matter what every time

That I drop

They know I always Deliver

Serving up pounds

When I say it a lot on my plate

I see all the love

But still feel all the hate

Can’t walk in my shoes

You don’t know what takes

Hitting the gas

I ain’t no using the brakes

When I walk with the hundreds

I look over weight

They want drill shit

I told them wait

My music done travel

I’m lit state to state

Yeah

3 hoes looking like **** hit the cheat code

Let’s go

Keilos roll couple blunts

Got it pre roll

Okay

Leto I ain’t missing shoots like a free-throw

Migos

I’m Taking shots of the migos

They like yo Corey

We loving raps

In the party

Running it back

She Said love me

I love when she cap

But No

Can’t get attachment

I told no touching

When We in party

Baby you need relax

I came thru back door

I didn’t even dance

I had to hold me the strap

They said go heat up

The winter

I’m pushing forgiens

Come hang with some winners

Remember them days

Wasn’t light in the crib

Now we eat lobster for dinner

**** be lying

Ain’t Shooting no guns

You don’t even know any killers

No matter what every time

That I drop

They know I always Deliver

I went to the east to west like Lebron

They call me st.rose

I dont rock saint lauernt

She see the goat

When She reading my palms

These haters be reaching

Extending there arms

I can Just go just step on these ****

Don’t need me forgien

To flex on these ****

My money talk

But so is the stats

No award for the real

Just a pat on the back

Ah

I cover my neck with some vvs

Hold up last year was on TV

Yeah

I got some money they greedy

This Shìt movie no 3-D

Wait

Pop out the cut

With the cleezy

I know make it look easy

Ah

Buss up the regiie

I’m greasy

I’m hitting my moves like breezy

I Had humble myself

& just step on the puddle

Got 0 regreds

Pray to lord

Keep me safe

Keep me bless

Pain in my heart

Got a lot on chest

Sending the guys

To shoot at your set

Young **** in charge

I need to director

These **** is faqgent

I need me tech

Bnb when I hop out the jet

They said go heat up

The winter

I’m pushing forgiens

Come hang with some winners

Remember them days

Wasn’t light in the crib

Now we eat lobster for dinner

**** be lying

Ain’t Shooting no guns

You don’t even know any killers

No matter what every time

That I drop

They know I always Deliver

Written by: Corey St.Rose

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