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Frontline adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Just Us Ent. tarafından 1 Kasım 2024 tarihinde yayınlandıThe 2 They Hate
album cover
AlbümThe 2 They Hate
Çıkış Tarihi1 Kasım 2024
FirmaJust Us Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM70

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javarius Brantley
Javarius Brantley
Songwriter
Jordan Lewis
Jordan Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Connor Johnson
Connor Johnson
Producer

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Golden Child
Sometimes you, you ain't got no choice, know what I'm sayin, Mob Gang
You just got to get in there
Yea, yea
Front line, take a **** life if he want mine
Trap boomin' got it lookin' like a lunch line
The homie let me shoot it when it's crunch time (bah)
I ain' bout to front a **** cause I want mine (I want it)
Beat the pussy up I should've been on drum
Line (mmm)
King Tut gold when a **** shine (shine)
When somebody talkin' look him in both eyes (yup)
Give me the truth I don't want lies (the truth)
Give me some drums I don't want nines (bop bop)
I'm good with the beef get deep fried
My imagination by the seaside
Strap down to the floor whenever we ride
The game that you sellin' ain't buyin (ain't)
**** wanna smoke, come try it
I'm really him, not lyin' (yup)
I done did shit that you wouldn't believe (wouldn't believe)
Dove off that porch like I'm Scuba Steve
Me and T in that Audi like Need for Speed (skrr)
I pull up with that pack like who need the weed (gas)
Smokin' on gas I got kerosene
Put a bitch **** head in the guillotine
I'll still sell them white boy amphetamines
I got gold on me dancin' no Billie Jean (work)
These fuck **** envy me
Didn't send no mail or come visit me (no)
Flag on the plate, throw a penalty
Tuberculosis, they sick of me, ridin' and swervin' around Bethany recklessly (skr skr)
Chasing money, that shit a necessity
Kickin' doors in my motherfuckin' specialty
**** say that they Dawgs, deputy (roof)
I see pussy in him, estrogen ( a pussy)
Got a grind hard and work like a Mexican (work)
Rollin' up heavily, smokin' om medicine
Fly like a pelican
Who got them drugs? I do on some wedding shit (I do)
Dukie love pull up, got drip like aquarium Too many fishes in the sea (water)
He gon' snitch, I'd rather keep it G (damn)
Jimmy Butler playin' with the heat (bah)
If they askin' for me, ****, I'll be
Front line, take a **** life if he want mine
Trap boomin' got it lookin' like a lunch line
The homie let me shoot it when it's crunch time (bah)
I ain' bout to front a **** cause I want mine (I want it)
Beat the pussy up I should've been on drum
Line (mmm)
King Tut gold when a **** shine (shine)
When somebody talkin' look him in both eyes (yup)
Give me the truth I don't want lies (the truth)
Give me some drums I don't want nines (bop bop)
I'm good with the beef get deep fried
My imagination by the seaside
Strap down to the floor whenever we ride
The game that you sellin' ain't buyin (ain't)
**** wanna smoke, come try it
I'm really him, not lyin' (yup)
**** just tell the truth with your cappin ass (boy you cap)
Like a fuckin' incredible, do the dash (skrr)
You'd be mad if I brought up my fuckin' past (what)
Me and Dukie lump we was so down bad
Break up in your house and take a **** stash (give me that)
Man, I just brought your bitch some new knee pads (I did)
Took your partner lil' bitch and now he mad (he is)
Ayy, I'm on they head like a durag
They already knew that
Young Leww don't do that
They askin' about beef, I'm like, boy, where the food at?
Fuck all that talkin, show me where them blues at (where the money)
I gotta make a play like, boy, where my shoes at?
All my **** strapped up, boy, we on the dangerous
Twist your motherfuckin' fingers up, what you claimin?
Slang that choppa like Marvin on Raising Kanan (brrrr)
Exotic sherbet lotto what a **** blazin' (gas)
Trappin' out the vacant for the Benjy faces
If interrogated, I can't make a statement
I be so impatient, I'ma need my payment
I do this for nation, boy, the mob the greatest Not with all that fakin' front line when I bring it
Front line, take a **** life if he want mine
Trap boomin' got it lookin' like a lunch line
The homie let me shoot it when it's crunch time (bah)
I ain' bout to front a **** cause I want mine (I want it)
Beat the pussy up I should've been on drum
Line (mmm)
King Tut gold when a **** shine (shine)
When somebody talkin' look him in both eyes (yup)
Give me the truth I don't want lies (the truth)
Give me some drums I don't want nines (bop bop)
I'm good with the beef get deep fried
My imagination by the seaside
Strap down to the floor whenever we ride
The game that you sellin' ain't buyin (ain't)
**** wanna smoke, come try it
I'm really him, not lyin' (yup)
Written by: Javarius Brantley, Jordan Lewis

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