Strike - Eddie Lee: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Strike

Hip-Hop/Rap

Strike adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Vivid Mirrors Publishing tarafından 11 Mart 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıYOU CHOSE THE WRONG SIDE 2 - EP

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümYOU CHOSE THE WRONG SIDE 2 - EP

Çıkış Tarihi11 Mart 2025

FirmaVivid Mirrors Publishing

DilEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM70

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Eddie Lee

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Alexander Powell

Alexander Powell

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Treylen Clay

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

I wasn't trynna strike

Aye aye aye aye

I heard that **** Lee was nice

Talk two em

I wasn't tryna strike

A **** tryna empty out the clip

Why yo ass can't stay yo ass at home?

I'm in and out the mix

Ma Dukes asked when I'll relax

I said when cash don't make me rich

Ain't enough to call them **** fake

I call em counterfeit

Money moves, I take it north

But I still stay in south the bridge

Play my shit and every face in here gon' hit the sour lip

Every birdie sings, she love me, every siren want my ear

But I swear it be the same old song that I'm not tryna hear

This life is a trip, hoppin' states and postin' flicks

I was bankin' on the loss to come one off, not let me win

Steve steppers in the gangsta party why they let me in?

Ran it up and now they haittin' on me, shit, let's go again

Let them dollars fly, they back back time, I catch my second wind

Back to back the coupe, right back to sippin' drank and cuttin' hits

I'm at peace when I get sober, but I'm happy when I'm lit

Yeah, I'm keepin' faith and tryna balance out this life of sin

I wasn't tryna strike

A **** tryna empty out the clip

Why yo ass can't stay yo ass at home?

I'm in and out the mix

Ma Dukes asked when I'll relax

I said when cash don't make me rich

Ain't enough to call them **** fake

I call em counterfeit

Money moves, I take it north

But I still stay in south the bridge

Play my shit and every face in here gon' hit the sour lip

Every birdie sings, she love me, every siren want my ear

But I swear it be the same old song that I'm not tryna hear

We gon make it shake or make it cook I not new to the whip

Brand new charm, run my neck, look like I pulled it out the fridge

I was hangin' round the ledge, I fucked around and built a crib

Bring the bottles, call the vibes, and please let all my **** in

Goin double, seeing double, got my bank account twin

I could care less if a cost involved, I'm tryna see us win

Pay the piper, pay off peter, I see Paul, I'm finna spin

Why I left these Frankies off, cause I can't take it in the end

I wasn't tryna strike

A **** tryna empty out the clip

Why yo ass can't stay yo ass at home?

I'm in and out the mix

Ma Dukes asked when I'll relax

I said when cash don't make me rich

Ain't enough to call them **** fake

I call em counterfeit

Money moves, I take it north

But I still stay in south the bridge

Play my shit and every face in here gon' hit the sour lip

Every birdie sings, she love me, every siren want my ear

But I swear it be the same old song that I'm not tryna hear

Written by: Alexander Powell

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