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Tolerance
1
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tolerance adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Wishy24K tarafından 31 Ekim 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıFresh Off The Yard
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Çıkış Tarihi31 Ekim 2025
FirmaWishy24K
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM66

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jesus Tejada
Jesus Tejada
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesus Tejada
Jesus Tejada
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Goorski
Goorski
Producer
WesX Productions
WesX Productions
Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

I ain't got no tolerance for you ****
Lackin tolerance for the fuck, shit, ain't talkin' bout Dairy
My bitch got a fatty, I guess she a fairy
In love with the money, you know we got married
Smokin' on LCG out the P in a Slapwood look at the Cherry
Keep me a baddie, be callin' me daddy And rubbin' my belly while feedin' me berries
Glock 19x, stuffed with a 30
Ready to do any fuck **** dirty
Run up on Wishy and you gettin' buried
Hit on a Move, Got me shootin' like Curry
Told you, these **** pussy for real
Like Shaggy and Scooby, these **** scary
Been gettin' empty-ass threats from bitch-ass ****
You know I ain't never been worried
Momma gon' tap that glass and make me laugh fore you make me a memory
Grab the Choppa, make it sing a melody
Aim at your head and wipe out your memory
One of a kind, you could never resemble me
Kept it solid, they failed to dissemble me
What I think bout the **** that envy me?
Step on them bitches, smush em' like centipedes
Eliminate opps, like Lil' Kenny
Move presidential won't go out like Kennedy
And I don't like my bitches friendly
If I gotta question you, than you a enemy
They gon' hate when I cop me a Prezzie
Whip out the glizzy when I'm feelin' edgy
This ain't no switch pussy boy, this a semi
Only aim for faces and I'm sendin' plenty
Lackin' tolerance for the fuck shit, ain't talkin' bout Dairy
Say you a gangster, I find that hilarious
Gang full of rats, that ain't no way to carry it
Member them days I was broke and embarrassed
Got off my ass, chased the money and married it
Mindin' my business, movin' with precision
Cause they keep my name in they mouth like some carious
I'm up in traffic, gettin' to it early
Hittin' my lil' money, dance, gettin' sturdy
**** want beef, I'ma throw him a jerky
Pussy boy, I'm in my bag, turkey
Made man, you **** wish you could hurt me
When I'm in that splatt, **** know that we purgin
Speedin, swervin, collidin' and mergin
We gon' be at it till they close the curtains
Lackin' tolerance for the fuck shit
Feelin' like they tryna line me
That's why I keep a Choppa beside me
Ridin' dirty, can't let 12 get behind me
Under pressure, I came out shinin
Give a fuck about a perfect timing
Real ****, this shit right here timeless
Tryna stop the motion, I leave him lifeless
Pussy couldn't pay to be me, bitch, I'm priceless
Ain't nothin' like this, bitch, we icy, real icy
Feel like Gucci, tell a fuck ****, bite me
Written by: Jesus D Tejada
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