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No Comment adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak 5674 / EMPIRE tarafından 31 Mart 2023 tarihinde yayınlandıBeBe Kidd 3

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümBeBe Kidd 3

Çıkış Tarihi31 Mart 2023

Firma5674 / EMPIRE

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Cash Kidd

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Cash Kidd

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Anton Pastoria

Mixing Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

[Intro]

(Ayy, JayGotThePlug)

(Suburban Dude)

They got me on the tag too

Yeah

Ayy, that's what—

Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout

Ayy

[Verse 1]

**** drunk as hell off a Budweiser, hatin' on me to a runner

Crib come with a butler, put her out 'cause I don't trust her

Pull up shootin' .223s at 'em like No Jumper

Feel like Tina Turner, I was on tour with a puncher

I'm Mr. Pull-Your-Panties-Up, bae, I ain't got no rubber

Lil' **** got his first ten, he Lindsey Hunter

Four-five box a **** in like a Hummer

Somewhere in the mountains with Lil Nell smokin' Gushers

Hand-me-downs only time he feel how foreign shoes feel

Bought a condo just to BnB it in West Bloomfield

Pockets full of blue bills, probably why I'm rude still

Nah, bitch, we ain't makin' love, I feel like Dru Hill

Drunk as hell, suckin' my bitch titties like her boobs real

I ain't into shit but gettin' money, neck, and doin' drills

Ayy, we kept beatin' murders, we got RICO for them blue pills

Feds did a sweep, but I ride around with brooms still

This **** still dirty

Know my dog'll never talk, he got real courage

Finna take a knee, the opps is in the field hurtin'

Pink ten got her floatin', that's my lil' Kirby

Huh, and since we on topic, if you got some business, better go on 'bout it

Life is good, I woke up to breakfast from a throat goblin

She the best with them pancakes, your bitch an O-lineman

Like a shoplifter, I snuck hammy in my coat pocket

When they catch you, I'ma be soarin', sippin' Wocky, boat ridin'

Say he got my drop but never been, he like Foamposites

I understand your brother shoes nice, but let's see your closet

Don't ask me 'bout these bum-ass ****, no comment

Tired of hearin' 'bout 'em, everything is weird about 'em

Fresh to death, throwin' signs like I got a hearing problem

Huh, bitch pussy tight as hell, don't even feel the condom

I got ate in the mansion too, damn, I feel Obama

I know you love that bitch and all, but I'm still gon' pop her

I'm so used to long backends, I'm like a limo driver

He found out I dogged the bitch and he still gon' wife her

I can't give a bitch the world, but I feel Osiris

That just ain't me, Louis cotton, say cheese

I'm a boss now, I was a boss then, baked beans

Brodie tryna slide, I'm like, "Let's get it," feel like Tay Keith

Baow, gave your mans a headshot like he turned eighteen

Written by: The Ash

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