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Dyse
Decree
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Decree adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Outriders Music Inc.©(Est.2014-2023) tarafından 7 Eylül 2023 tarihinde yayınlandıKnow Questions
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Çıkış Tarihi7 Eylül 2023
FirmaOutriders Music Inc.©(Est.2014-2023)
LanguageEnglish
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Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM94

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quentin "Dyse" Dennison
Quentin "Dyse" Dennison
Songwriter
Quentin James Dennison
Quentin James Dennison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Veysigz
Veysigz
Producer

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Now you watch me run on these motherfuckin' percussions
The way these keys are bangin' give motherfuckers concussions
Couple card tricks up my sleeve, yeah, ya boy been up to somethin'
What we runnin up the streets is gon' fuck up the public fundin'
Outriders up next, just incase a suckas wonderin'
We keep our flow so clean, they'd never see we on a budget
Boy you better be discreet if you see me out in public
If you wanna keep your teeth best keep them motherfuckers covered
Lips down, bitch now/ The slickest on the mixdown
Knot them vocal cords up/ before you gettem' ripped out
Got a problem well my partners all around to fix now
Not stoppin til the tour bus is freshly coated, pimped out
Let's see them fuckin lighters out, who rocking with us?
Type of party we got poppin' isn't stopping at dusk
Fill the room with so much smoke it fuck the oculus up
Now the police wanna charge us like the watts in a plug
You was just so hard, why you softenin' up?
Charmin Tissue Paper-soft - the cut the cloth that you from
Heard you wanna make the news, well on God, you're in luck
They'll make a front page spread bout all the bodies and blood
Cause you got pussy in your genes(jeans) but really thought that you tough?
S'why your broad ain't wanna fuck - she scared of knocking you up
Style broke down, gottem coughing up dust
Squad gon pull me off like "enough is enough"/
Cryme Mob told'm better Knuck If U Buck
Fo' your spine starts foldin and you crumplin' up
Get me a bag of whatchu on that got you fucking with us/
Y'all an appetizer act - go get my supper and lunch/
Every mic my fist will grip becomes a pistol; grip iron
When I really start to spit is when the missiles get firin'
When it comes to laying writtens, can't out-write the Outriders
If you want it, the entire 5-1-9 is where you'll find us
Im investing in the future for the royalty fees, flow go Mufasa - this a royalty speech
Got a seven-headed serpent, cold and coiled in me
Calculating my next move towards destroying the scene
This like David vs Goliath or a boy to a beast
Thunderstorm unto a fire, a hurricane to a street
Pulling knives against sniper, or a lion to sheep
It doesn't matter who you've battled, you don't want it with me, motherfucker
2023 Outriders Music Inc.™ (Est.2014) All rights reserved
Written by: Quentin "Dyse" Dennison, Quentin James Dennison

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