COCAINEROSE - CRIMEAPPLE: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

COCAINEROSE

15

Hip-Hop/Rap

COCAINEROSE adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Manteca Music tarafından 28 Kasım 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıHANZAI

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümHANZAI

Çıkış Tarihi28 Kasım 2025

FirmaManteca Music

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM82

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

CRIMEAPPLE

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Sabastian Vasco

Sabastian Vasco

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Comma Uno

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

[Intro]

You gonna talk to me, talk to me, right?

[Verse 1]

Whoa, look, deep down I really love the game I just like the money

Started out in Section 8, patient, I'm trippin', life is funny

Might be a Boca Chica geeking and truly some nights is fuzzy

Oh, that's your wifey? I hit it like a Costa Rican spider monkey

I only eat what I could kill, I got a piece of a meal

These guys junkies, eatin' pills, just seeking a thrill

Nah, I'm keepin' it chill, my pendant give playas pneumonia

All my shit they quoting, that's like Coca without the cola

These dudes washed, put 'em out to dry on a clothing line

I give you a piece of mine, you might find that it's a gold mine

I got it off a slow grind by any means necessary

Quality is primary, paper comes secondary

Very scary, me in the booth, that's Elliot Spencer

Shorty from the equator, her pussy lips is magenta

Dudes pussy typing a caption about shootin' me

Should be focused on raising them dirty kids, not writing my eulogy, nah (Okay)

[Chorus]

I rose up out the cocaine

Now I'm froze up, this a cold chain

Ya bitch chose up and she won't stay

Get ya soul flushed with the throwaway

[Verse 2]

Barely got a pot to piss in, trippin', missin' integrity

Livin' in a delusion like shit could ever dishevel in me

I burn gas medically and mack bitches like Wanda Sykes

Though I'm polite, stay for a plate, compliment your momma's rice

Dropped the dice, I took plenty chance to seeking advancement

All it took was me being candid over the canvas

Now I'm smokin' Black And Milds in places they don't even understand this

I clicked my Nikes, I'm a long way from Kansas

On the baddie's ass, I left the handprint

Dollar bills I demanded, man, my hunger rampant

They amping you up, that's the ambulance

Stick the kind glances instead of glaring before you get embarrassed

Fuck outta here

[Chorus]

I rose up out the cocaine (I did)

Now I'm froze up, this a cold chain

Ya bitch chose up and she won't stay

Get ya soul flushed with the throwaway

[Chorus]

I rose up out the cocaine

Now I'm froze up, this a cold chain

Ya bitch chose up and she won't stay

Get ya soul flushed with the throwaway

[Chorus]

I rose up out the cocaine

Now I'm froze up, this a cold chain

Ya bitch chose up and she won't stay

Get ya soul flushed with the throwaway

[Chorus]

I rose up out the cocaine

Ya bitch chose up and she won't stay

Now I'm froze up, this a cold chain

Get ya soul flushed with the throwaway

[Outro]

Oh, you'll be sorry, now pick it up

There's a little family problem here, Teach

Little brother here forgot to finish his homework last night, eh?

Written by: Sabastian Vasco

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