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GAMBIT(PULLING CARD)

Hip-Hop/Rap

GAMBIT(PULLING CARD) adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak CASH RULES tarafından 10 Ocak 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıBUMP TOUR

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümBUMP TOUR

Çıkış Tarihi10 Ocak 2025

FirmaCASH RULES

DilEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM124

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

DenaroDiablo

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Marv ai

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Flawless

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

My pop dirty it needs to be cleaned

Pulling my card, she swears that she gambit

Lomachenko, I’m checking these **** out in the game

I’m beating the odds like a parlay slip

She’s a fan of the gang parlay at the spot

We’re trying the log go switch out the sim

If he shoots, then he miss; that’s a beam on his head

Their pain in my eyes, I get mad; I can’t vent.

Their pain in my eyes, I get mad; I can’t see

I’m gonna catch up with bro just for shit that he did

Put the pistol on him, watch that 9mm burn him

**** be bitches, I ain’t fucking ****

My bitch getting mad, I keep pressing these ****

We’re riding with shots that a 100-round drum.

Get the play, then break it down

Take a quarter; you’re taking the half

I got a couple of **** looking for me

The hoe is really crazy trying to have my name

I’m hiding my face; I’m embarrassed of that bitch

She’s a real freaky bitch trying to have sex on the scene

Ugh, ugh.

Where would I be if I didn’t have any love and the pain?

I’m driving; I’m switching through lanes

I got bitches on their knees that be giving out brain

Trying to hop in my car, then I’m kicking her out

I know **** that are struggling trying to make it out

Put a M in a mili trying to see me a mill

Got to watch out for the hate they’ll be trying to take me out

If you don’t feed your bread, he might snake you out

She ain’t picking her phone, so I’m losing my mind

I got Bitches on Bitches I really got options

I got money on money, I’m still missing that hoe

Let’s go

I’m gonna hop in that mode

Take her for a show

Let’s go

Put white on her toes. I take lean and start moving real slow

I hate myself a slow bitch. I hate myself a dumb bitch

I put a Round round round in my Glick, trying

To find that boy that be dissing

(Hook)

My pop dirty it needs to be cleaned

Pulling my card, she swears that she gambit

Lomachenko, I’m checking these **** out in the game

I’m beating the odds like a parlay slip

She’s a fan of the gang parlay at the spot

We’re trying the log go switch out the sim

If he shoots, then he miss; that’s a beam on his head

Their pain in my eyes, I get mad; I can’t vent.

Their pain in my eyes, I get mad; I can’t see

I’m gonna catch up with bro just for shit that he did

Put the pistol on him, watch that 9mm burn him

**** be bitches, I ain’t fucking ****

My bitch getting mad, I keep pressing these ****

We’re riding with shots that a 100-round drum.

Get the play, then break it down

Take a quarter; you’re taking the half

I got a couple of **** looking for me

Written by:Marvellous Aina

Written by: Marv ai

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