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Recuperating (feat. Fly Anakin)
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Ol' Burger Beats
Ol' Burger Beats
Performer
Gabe 'Nandez
Gabe 'Nandez
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ole-Birger Neergård
Ole-Birger Neergård
Lyrics
Gabriel Fernandez
Gabriel Fernandez
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Kristoffer Eikrem
Kristoffer Eikrem
Lyrics
Sigurd Drågen
Sigurd Drågen
Lyrics
Frank Walton Jr.
Frank Walton Jr.
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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ol' Burger Beats
Ol' Burger Beats
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Gabe 'Nandez 20-10 Saint Vinny's I'm nodding off in the class Zig zag off of popping the Tramadol that I had Big glass full of tonic and alcohol in a flask While my plug raid his grandma's closet to get the stash Right before I grab my wallet to get the cash Goosebumps lift me like hydraulics, I'm goin' fast Do something homie, how many problems you wanna have Got a whole budget, I'm in my luggage I'm in my bag Goin' for the kill, I'ma show 'em how I feel Shoutout to rap music put the gold in my grill You bend or break, depend on your porcelain will I park my faith on my disproportionate skills Once I heat up you can't force me to chill Turn the beat up, it get costly for real I'm a sorcerer, I got all sorts of appeal Going hard since I got off of the pills Once upon a time was coming up on the DL New Rochelle I was moving smooth like CL Came a long way from moving units in retail They paid me for my time, I paid attention to detail Kicked me out of school, they figured I wouldn't be shit Still went to college, I figured I'm doing decent School to prison pipeline's where they wanted me stuck at (hey) So I told them niggas fuck that Cabin crew, time to bounce, baggage full on the on the route Sail forth heading up sideways through the doubt Lasso'd up straddling, the words laid packaged up Fall asleep, wide awake, out of touch, outer space Fly Anakin Y'all woke, guess I'll just go to sleep Leave it to beats, do yo own thinking, take a seat Step after me, I was cozy G don't post receipts She say he preach, I say he bitch, they leavin' mo' for me Speaking for this hoe of mine, she love me, fuck my 2k ratin' These niggas bacons, fuck yo tea and crumpets, I been steakin' Still operating out the kitchen, heard yo mama fakin' Said she 'gon make a plate, I master mine while y'all paradin' Soon as I came in, slide to Caymans, we recuperatin' Keep whitey waiting (yah), I drop it when I please I might just block a nigga, scream another date at me Lil hot chick she had me b, I heard the pussy myth Read it with a sniff, put arsenic on top the candle wick Tips from my peripheral, we made it cause you told me so The basis of this rodeo can't save me from my favorite hoe
Writer(s): Ole-birger Neergard, Sigurd Dragen, Kristoffer Eikrem Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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