Special - 917 Rackz: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Special

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Special adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Duetti tarafından 1 Mart 2021 tarihinde yayınlandıSpecial - Single

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümSpecial - Single

Çıkış Tarihi1 Mart 2021

FirmaDuetti

LanguageEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM72

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

917 Rackz

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

917 Rackz

Songwriter

Şarkı sözleri

She say that I'm special, tryna love me, I can't let her

I'm 'bout to marry this .38

Pushed the pedal for months, not just thirty days

Being careful, I told my attorney wait, so

I gotta move smarter

I'm takin' risks, life get harder and harder

I play with that pussy, give neck like a collar

But my heart can't love, think I need me a doctor

What you ever been through

He food take his plate, now he left with utensils

My bitch got money, and I make good money, told her we got potential

Only sixteen, this lifestyle make me mental

Keepin' a grip be my only essential

And I'm stressed as shit, you could tell by my vessels

Girl, run to your king, bitch, that's me, so just slide to my temple

You don't want to fuck, I can't help you

Talk in code, make the cops think it's gibberish

Bitch comment heart eyes, won't pin her shit

Pushed her away, said it's 'cause of our differences

Everyone focused on images

They hear my rhymes, takes my lines, now they move like they lyricists

Everything got its lingo like it's hieroglyphics

We got knocks in this pyramid

Talkin' that shit to me, you sound illiterate

'Cause I'ma pull up, and start spinnin' shit

Pull up, start drillin' shit

Rap fast, like this song never finishin'

Lyrical genius, and y'all are my witnesses

That boy is buns, and he sweet like some cinnamon

I'm a point guard, you still workin' on dribblin'

Free all the guys, tryna prove that they innocent

Search me on all platforms, see my exhibition

Ain't splittin' breesh, homie, these are my dividends

I'ma perform, you ain't listenin'

Another verse so they know I'm the golden one

You tryna beef, but you don't even own a gun

Wait till the show is done

Then we pull up, put my hood up

Pow, I'm explodin' some

Your man stole my shit, but you know that I wrote that one

We don't act bad, all my guys, they be goin' dumb

Know who it is, know the real, and you know the one

Nina with me, and she finna start blowin' some

Are they mad that I do what I do?

Why they mad that I'm makin' it further?

They so mad, gotta keep me a tool

If I call up my spice, he gon' burn 'em

White man can't jump, but the white man can shoot

Still hittin' logs on my burner

You make it hot, boy, I cannot slide to your block, boy

Call up J.B. for the Shmurda

Say that I'm special, try to love me, I can't let her

I'm 'bout to marry this .38

Pushed the pedal for months, not just thirty days

Being careful, I told my attorney wait, so

I gotta move smarter

I'm takin' risks, life get harder and harder

I play with that pussy, give neck like a collar

But my heart can't love, think I need me a doctor

What you ever been through?

Uh, Rackz, have you ever spin through like?

Watch me go bend through like

Bend through your strip

My guys gon' clip you

Drench you

Wet you

That's right

Written by: 917 Rackz

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