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OFFERING
Hip-Hop/Rap
OFFERING adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Supa Seven Sounds tarafından 6 Aralık 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıOFFERING - Single
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Çıkış Tarihi6 Aralık 2025
FirmaSupa Seven Sounds
LanguageEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM139

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pierre Flowers
Pierre Flowers
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pierre Flowers
Pierre Flowers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pierre Flowers
Pierre Flowers
Engineer

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Yeah
Mm mm go
I like the real bad bitches these regular hoes ain't feeling them
Type shit I bring that flame
Know I got my heater too
Mm mm go
I brought the real wave I made them sick cause this shit major
I'm at the point of my life ion need no phone I get money on a pager
Bitch can't dim my light I'm 700 degrees shine bright like a laser
She bout to drool (Drew) I'm bouta enjoy this breeze (Brees) nine on my hip baby
P pop shit shit talker
These **** be act need Oscars
I told her to bring me an offering
**** bury my money in a coffin
March 28th born a young boss
Having my own motion Voss
I told her to bring me an offering
I want it to be your mouth
I found pleasure in the pain
Them long nights and when it rain
**** had to stay sane
I couldn't revert to my old ways
**** Landry Shamet shit
He ain't even balling he in the way
Lil bra used to be a baller
But he fell off some like Klay
Put it on I pop my collar then I say hi to yo bae
**** bet not die a fuck **** better try and fix it today
I get money do a holla like yo mama on church Sunday
Bring it down I mellow out I hit that blunt straight to the face
I don't do this for no likes
I pop my shit because my tongue slick
Clutching my blick in traffic and my bitch clutching my other dick
Mm mm she wanna boot up with a **** timberland
I like the real bad bitch these regular hoes ain't feeling them
I brought the real wave I made them sick cause this shit major
I'm at the point of my life ion need no phone I get money on a pager
Bitch can't dim my light I'm 700 degrees shine bright like a laser
She bout to drool (Drew) I'm bouta enjoy this breeze (Brees) nine on my hip baby
P pop shit shit talker
These **** be act need Oscars
I told her to bring me an offering
**** bury my money in a coffin
March 28th born a young boss
Having my own motion Voss
I told her to bring me an offering
I want it to be your mouth
I like the real bad bitch these regular hoes ain't feeling them
Written by: Pierre Flowers
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