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Second Term
1.021
Hip-Hop/Rap
Second Term adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Alamo tarafından 4 Mayıs 2022 tarihinde yayınlandıThe Cheater
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Çıkış Tarihi4 Mayıs 2022
FirmaAlamo
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM64

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Gotit
Lil Gotit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Semaja Render
Semaja Render
Songwriter
Khaleel Griffin
Khaleel Griffin
Songwriter
Gilbert Anthony Carlos
Gilbert Anthony Carlos
Songwriter
Alexander Walter Bak
Alexander Walter Bak
Songwriter
Joseph Langston
Joseph Langston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1st Class
1st Class
Producer
Psilo
Psilo
Producer
Jee
Jee
Producer
Bak
Bak
Producer
Nick Bane
Nick Bane
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

(Welcome to 1st Class)
It's Wock, know what I'm saying?
Safe to say that I'm out the way
We used to trap like a thousand days
Flip it and count it a thousand ways
Seeing through you like an x-ray
Pull up out my check, big worm
Watch him straight it like a perm
Ninth grade, I was really popping
But I dropped out second term
Yeah, I dropped out, got it all
Like CB, got these hoes wall to wall
223 cleared out by my dawg
You **** be cheap rocking middle of the mall
Back on E, Gotit riding down the East
Talk on the name on the T' (On the T')
Riding with a 50 and a drum on the seat
Rocking Celine, baby, nothing 'bout me cheap
Clear out some visine
All cash got me shining
Took the dreams out of Cali'
Burpin' blood out the belly
Dropping points like I'm Kyrie
Knowing I can pitch it down, don't remind me
Living stress free where my dogs be
Safe to say that I'm out the way
We used to trap like a thousand days
Flip it and count it a thousand ways
Seeing through you like an x-ray
Pull up out my check, big worm
Watch him straight it like a perm
Ninth grade, I was really popping
But I dropped out second term
Drop-top in a hotbox
Got the cops out, I can't stop
Real shooters like rastas eating pasta, can't stop us
Her natural body, yeah, I like it on her
Want her ass and titties so I put it on her
Ride with blickies when I pull up on her
Beat it down then I skeet off on her
Took the city, everything coming
These **** clowns like Ronald McDonald
Expensive vibes, expensive sounds only
Ran up the money, ain't never been a runner
Dressing shooters on the high end
Wrist been on froze but I'm timed in
March for the mob, I'm tied in
Play what you weigh, taking all M's
Safe to say that I'm out the way
We used to trap like a thousand days
Flip it and count it a thousand ways
Seeing through you like an x-ray
Pull up out my check, big worm
Watch him straight it like a perm
Ninth grade, I was really popping
But I dropped out second term
Dropped out second term
Pull up out my check, big worm
Watch him straight it like a perm
Dropped out second term
Written by: Alexander Bak, Gilbert Anthony Carlos, Khaleel Griffin, Semaja Render
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