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Greg Nice
Hip-Hop/Rap
Greg Nice adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Freegod tarafından 29 Eylül 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıSummer Snowfall
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Çıkış Tarihi29 Eylül 2025
FirmaFreegod
LanguageEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM84

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freegod
Freegod
Performer
Jason Dessasore
Jason Dessasore
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Dessasore
Jason Dessasore
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oscar Rivera
Oscar Rivera
Producer
Jason Dessasore
Jason Dessasore
Mixing Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

Wild Kingdom man, Wild Kingdom man, Wild Kingdom man, Wild Kingdom man. I'm a beast, that's a fact. That's Bronx bred, the age with the strap. Wild Kingdom logo on my hat. Yeah, **** gold plated, rings around your neck, ten carat. Stone cold barbaric, I'm a savage. Straight out the field, dude. I come from the hoodies, the dungarees, the scuffs on my field boots. I learned the game in the wastelands, champion sweatsuit, Motorola clipped in my waistband. Grinding in these streets, the wrist work, they know me. I spend a yard, nights to a perfect circle, homie. I'm focused, see you not as dope as me. I take a little off the cut and raise the potency. Look, my flow gnarly, hard as my balls be. You don't want the beef, stake the Charlie's, the all-beefs. Snub your whole set, don't you tempt me. I have 'em leaning like fiends that high up, pretend sleep.
Weigh the goods, a doobie, shoot the five, a sluggy. You know, the heavy shake and string a bell hustle. I hit my head right, was on that bag, eight-nine. I make the yay dance in water like it's rag night.
Weigh the goods, a doobie, shoot the five, a sluggy. You know, the heavy shake and string a bell hustle. I hit my head right, was on that bag, eight-nine. I make the yay dance in water like it's rag night.
All kinds of bluffing, I don't condone stunning. Whip the cold cane up in the pot like a stew song. Beast on stove top, arms for certain, dude. Make the oil drop like the top of a convertible. A lot of bars is average, I'm a complete savage. Exact the razor flow, I cut through the toughest fabrics. Listen, I'll do mine, just do yours. I came a long way from spending yards blowing new paws, for look. Talking reckless on the ground like you made man. You hustling in the cold, snowed up on the sway towns.
Yeah, y'all lying about them kids. We put the boots in the dirt, we looking for them deeds.
Weigh the goods, a doobie, shoot the five, a sluggy. You know, the heavy shake and string a bell hustle. I hit my head right, was on that bag, eight-nine. I make the yay dance in water like it's rag night.
Weigh the goods, a doobie, shoot the five, a sluggy. You know, the heavy shake and string a bell hustle. I hit my head right, was on that bag, eight-nine. I make the yay dance in water like it's rag night.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Written by: Jason Dessasore
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