THUMP - WHOKILLEDXIX: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

THUMP

1.134

Turnede

Hip-Hop/Rap

THUMP adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Masked Records/Warner Records tarafından 23 Temmuz 2021 tarihinde yayınlandıTHUMP - Single

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümTHUMP - Single

Çıkış Tarihi23 Temmuz 2021

FirmaMasked Records/Warner Records

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM114

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

WHOKILLEDXIX

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Alex Damian Calderon

Alex Damian Calderon

Songwriter

Kareem Casique Patterson

Kareem Casique Patterson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

WHOKILLEDXIX

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

[Intro]

Your eyes are so red, it's so cute

B-B-Boxcutters

[Verse 1]

Just like a rocket, I'ma air it out

Fuck you always talkin' 'bout some **** I don't care about?

Made him who he is so I could tear him down

Now his whole squad comin' asking for his whereabouts

I just put a pussy in my blunt, goddamn

Heard your homie slump, fuck, what a cunt, goddamn

She my lil' slut, say what's up, goddamn

Type of **** slap my dick up on her tongue, goddamn

Turned her up, she was in a rut, goddamn

'Cause her man too pussy to make her cum, goddamn

Thought he heard a thump in the trunk, goddamn

Th-Th-Th-Th-Thugs dumping the pump, goddamn

Cash in the black Louis duffle bag

And I can duff a chad if he wanna run the tag

Cash in the black Louis duffle bag

And I can duff a chad if he wanna run the tag

I only know her by her first name

Why you here in the first place?

First day, shawty, can I get a first date?

Last week was her birthday

Hum drum, put a titty on my Glock

Hit her kitty with a cock, on God

[PreChorus]

Just payed four-fifty for the watch

Just watch how I do my lil' dance, on God

[Chorus]

Blast off in the space coupe

Fitted cap on, I don't really need to face you

Pussy, you an opp, you get lit up like a day

Two pistols on my opp, make a fuck **** pray

Blast off in the space coupe

Fitted cap on, I don't really need to face you

Pussy, you an opp, you get lit up like a day

Two pistols on my opp, make a fuck **** pray

[Verse 2]

Racks, racks on me

I can't name a motherfucker fresh like me

Y'all don't really say it with your chest like me

Walk on by and they check, like sheesh

Walk up on your ho, don't ask what I'm on

Two-step on your grave, ho's up in my phone

I might do a feature for a dollar or like two

Your girl getting hiccups 'cause she swallowing my goo

Fuck up his business, I'm so acidic

Smoking on shorts, yeah

I wanna hit shit, boy, just admit it

You mad that I did it, I'm glad that I did it

Masked up, boy, you better back up

Act up, you gon' get jacked up

Ass up, shawty put that ass up

Gas mask up 'cause we finna gas up

[PreChorus]

Just paid fifteen-hundred for the watch, just watch

Just watch, just watch how I'm on your block

[Chorus]

Blast off in the space coupe

Fitted cap on, I don't really need to face you

Pussy, you an opp, you get lit up like a day

Two pistols on my opp, make a fuck **** pray

Blast off in the space coupe

Fitted cap on, I don't really need to face you

Pussy, you an opp, you get lit up like a day

Two pistols on my opp, make a fuck **** pray (Boxcutters)

Written by: Alex Damian Calderon, Kareem Casique Patterson

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