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FRIED
3
Hip-Hop/Rap
FRIED adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak RLP MUSIC tarafından 7 Aralık 2024 tarihinde yayınlandıFRIED - Single
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Çıkış Tarihi7 Aralık 2024
FirmaRLP MUSIC
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM63

Krediler

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Pedler
John Pedler
Songwriter

Şarkı sözleri

Got a one-eyed bitch, gimme brain in the back of the ship
She attached to the hip with an ass so fat that it weigh me down
Stacking my chips, not the one in my arm
Talkin bout the business moves, we rich
Love my family, man I love my clique
Gotta know the type of shit you on, Fuk u mean you not gonna snitch
Moving crazy lately, like you hate me
Broke my heart like I broke up with Amy
Now I gotta put em in they places
Catch a bullet flying where you staying
Thousand years just dormant in the ice
Now I’m spitting flames like I was Spyro
Chill at Mars Vegas, took a flight
Hit the tables aiming for the high roll
Lil’ Phillip smoked a J, it got me Fried
Old New York repping, why don’t you come outside
Got the wavy flow express to the planet—
Straight to the moon, that wasn’t no rhetorical
Must be the minerals on my neck—
Why these fuck bots keep taking me for granite (yeah)
Got rich, never planned it (yeah)
Ended up a Billionaire
So I throw my hands in the air
Got Bezos’ pesos in the bank, my bitch Ratchet, call her Clank
Bender pour me another drank, Zoidberg with me, know he stank
3, 2, 1, blast off!
Take a fuckin rocket to the omicron, Persei 8
Not covid, Leela took my strain, DNA in her brain, on some hoe shit
Got a feeling the the flow so fast, it’s expresso time a hundred
Cold like a Tundra
I got ice, know my cheques look abundant
Smoke a Billy, not Kanye-West, boy I love it
Lil’ Phillip smoked a J, it got me Fried
Old New York repping, why don’t you come outside
Got the wavy flow express to the planet—
Straight to the moon, that wasn’t no rhetorical
Must be the minerals on my neck—
Why these fuck bots keep taking me for—
Lil’ Phillip smoked a J, it got me Fried
Old New York repping, why don’t you come outside
Got the wavy flow express to the planet—
Straight to the moon, that wasn’t no rhetorical
Must be the minerals on my neck—
Why these fuck bots keep taking me for granite (yeah)
Written by: John Pedler
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