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countituP adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Mass Appeal tarafından 14 Mart 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıGOD CRIED ALL NIGHT
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Çıkış Tarihi14 Mart 2025
FirmaMass Appeal
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM66

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
LEW
LEW
Rap
Koast
Koast
Programming
Zachary Ray
Zachary Ray
Programming
Gio Lacerna
Gio Lacerna
Programming
Garza
Garza
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LEW
LEW
Songwriter
Nathaniel Bielefeldt
Nathaniel Bielefeldt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Koast
Koast
Producer
Zachary Ray
Zachary Ray
Producer
Gio Lacerna
Gio Lacerna
Producer
Garza
Garza
Producer

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Look, yeah…
God’s favorite, we the last ones laughing
Brand so cold, these **** want to jack it
Girls at the show like sardines packed in
Used to be at Amazon warehouse packing
Now I’m in my prime like Amazon package
I ain’t scared to die for this shit, this passion
Dead serious, I ain’t scared of no casket
Hard times never, ever, ever made me panic
Hard work, boy, you only play how you practice
Y’all never cheered for the boy way back then
Now we say “cheers” under champagne glasses
Came out the water, and I got shit cracking
Me and my lawyer in the same tax bracket
Could’ve been a lawyer, but I bossed up rapping
Yes, baby, I’m the Bozeman like Chadwick
But to tell you the truth
When I was 16, I was scared of the cooch
WHEREISLEW had self-confidence issues
Bad as hell like terrible twos
St-st-st-stuttering ‘round the hoes
Embarrassing youth
Down bad, broke, feeling very abused
From the dirt like vegetarian food
Late for my meeting over there with the Jews
‘Cause I walked out the house and just stared at the coupe
Too clean, hop in like, “Where is the roof?”
Hit a button, oh shit, ****, there is the roof!
If you want to meet God, ****, stare at my jewels
If you want to meet God, bring a chair in the booth
Paid two racks for this Louis V coat
That I’m wearing all June, ‘cause why not?
Baby girl, I’m different
Clobex on me, my palms straight itching
Money being printed every day, go get it
You never lose bitches trying to chase this cash
But you lose cash trying to chase these bitches
Them hot-ass rides in the ‘98 Civic
Them cold-ass nights in the spot that we rented
I remember all of that shit so vivid
Damn, I ain’t clocked in in a minute, huh?
Used to poverty-stricken, huh?
Could’ve gave up, but I didn’t, huh?
Bank account need Ozempic, huh?
I’m just counting up digits, huh?
I’m just counting up digits, huh?
I’m just counting up digits
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
I just count, count, count
Everything is working out
You want to know how I know?
‘Cause it’s too much bread to count
And baby girl, I gotta go
Go out there and make you proud
So take this and just count it up for me
Baby girl, count it up
Count it up for me
Baby girl, count it up
Count it up for me
Baby girl, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up, uh huh…
This is fucking fire, fuego—
In Arabic, we “hot,” okay?
Written by: LEW, Nathaniel Bielefeldt
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