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LIGHTS
6.356
Hip-Hop/Rap
LIGHTS adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak SVARDSTAL tarafından 27 Mayıs 2022 tarihinde yayınlandıREMEDY - EP
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Çıkış Tarihi27 Mayıs 2022
FirmaSVARDSTAL
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM80

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PRXSXNT
PRXSXNT
Performer
SVARDSTAL
SVARDSTAL
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SVARDSTAL
SVARDSTAL
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SVARDSTAL
SVARDSTAL
Producer

Şarkı sözleri

I don't want your chewin' machine, ho, I want them turnip greens
Ho just wanna suck some dick, I'm just tryna make it rich
Rich, meanin', million, million ways stickin' up
These busters pockets fat, dig that
Captain Dre, all about my hustle
And look at these busters, bust and bite over these funky hoes
Flaugin'-ass bitch, need to break a **** off some Vogues
North Memphis ****, jump out the chevy, jump out them buick-thangs
Scoop my **** Joker, bumpin', ballin' to his skatin' rink
I jump you, stomp you, smack you, jack you, leave you when I can
Your cheese in my stash, before I have to blast
Lil Corb, stab in your guts, bein' 'bout my hustle, trick
**** that gimmick Lil' Corb, I'ma gank 'em and shank 'em and drop 'em up off in the ditch
Skitzo got the forty-four
Chrome-thang, you can't hang
Teddy in the Chevy-thang
Doe King 'bout to make a stang
Tam with the blunt-junt, blowin' smoke off from his nose
I don't give a fuck about you watermelon lame-ass, flaugin'-ass, fakin'-ass, stankin'-ass ho
Watch me grab the TEC-9, ninja mask, 'bout to click
Killer from the Northside, ho, 'bout my hustle, bitch
I jump you, stomp you, smack you, jack you, leave you when I can
Your cheese in my stash, before I have to blast
All about my hustle, I'm all about my hustle
I'm all about my hustle
I'm all about my hustle, bitch
All about my hustle, I'm all about my hustle
I'm all about my hustle
I'm all about my hustle, bitch
Ninety-nine groupie bitches ridin' on my fuckin' dick
And player haters droppin' soft, damn fool, it ain't my fault
So I just kick 'em back, real slow, with a .44
Ruger, motherfucker, constantly stackin', while we smokin' dope
And look at these busters, bust and bite over these funky hoes
Flaugin'-ass bitch, need to break a **** off some Vogues
North Memphis ****, jump out the chevy, jump out them buick-thangs
Scoop my **** Joker, bumpin', ballin' to his skatin' rink
I don't want your chewin' machine, ho, I want them turnip greens
Ho just wanna suck some dick, I'm just tryna make it rich
Rich, meanin', million, million ways stickin' up
These busters pockets fat, dig that
Captain Dre, all about my hustle
It's The Joker, hard times in a world full of bullshit
Player hatin' suckers talk shit, but they counterfeit
I was boomin' stones all along, they was dummies, though
Servin' big bricks to a smokin'-ass junkie ho
Written by: SVARDSTAL
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