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Hip-Hop/Rap
Fabricated adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Abnormal Galore LLC tarafından 18 Kasım 2022 tarihinde yayınlandıThe Preface - EP
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Çıkış Tarihi18 Kasım 2022
FirmaAbnormal Galore LLC
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Valence
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Qadiir Wajd
Qadiir Wajd
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Yea
Yea
I'm like where the killas at
For the cheese I'll kill a rat
I feel safe where the killas at
Why
We came up from nothin
God blessed me or something
Can't fake it I had to steal
Buffalo ima get the bills
So much Ice that shit give me chills
She love me like a happy meal
I only feel safe where the killas at
Can't love a hoe I know she a nat
Off white stepping like men in black
Huncho real rare Ima one of one
My **** masked up with a loaded gun
Gotta get off yo ass just to get the funds
These **** don't know where I came from
I feel like nick cannon I play drums
I just had a homie face jail time
Throw away Pennie's and keep dimes
Y'all on the bench like a incline
Red in my cup never sip wine
Homie to chill cuz he sniff lines
Ima fuck then she claim That I broke her spine
She think she a wifey
He tryna be like me
I keep me a pole for the fish like a Pisces
Been know I'm the chosen one
I only feel safe where the killas at
You know we can't talk on no telephone
Hit me on the tele I get it gone
My homie fell back on that drank again
I Fuck the whole night Ain't a minute man
Got Clips like a movie My evil twin
You know we still Spin like a ceiling fan
I'm drankin' on purple
My bitch she a squirter
Drop lo that's on purpose
The Opps steady lurking
Get chicken like churches
I'm hot like a furnace
I ain't for the working
No jiving and jerking
I'm patiently Waiting
Dread head like Jamaican
I just spilled my cup And it fucked up my cadence
Legends in the making
Grew up with them Haitians
Machetes they waving
Cut up fa paper
They say they be killing but where they at
Aim fa the head Ion want the chest
Baby keep on yo clothes I just want the neck
Watch how I shoot Only hit the net
She don't get what she want And turn to a brat
How you doing drill And ain't killed yet
You **** just talk y'all ain't really threat
How I know cuz you Post on the internet
Was broke in them shackles I broke free
Claim I'm yo dawg you don't know me
My money stack up To like 6'3
Jumped in that water No jetski
I step in the building My chest out
Can't shop on a budget Just cash out
Drop out and Went took me different route
Fien fa the cat Y'all some coochie scouts
You know you fuck **** Is not allowed
Was a bastard But now I'm the golden child
Coming in Like we ain't neva had a drought
She think that I love ha Then she clown
Can't just do it once
I'm with two times
Raised in them trenches A different kind
I'm ballin' like Deion I'm in my prime
This my moment They say that it's Huncho time
Dapper Dan
Written by: Qadiir Wajd
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