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Two:22 & TrippythaKid
No!
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No! adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Duetti tarafından 23 Mart 2023 tarihinde yayınlandıNo! - Single
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AlbümNo! - Single
Çıkış Tarihi23 Mart 2023
FirmaDuetti
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Valence
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Enerji
BPM127

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Two:22
Two:22
Vocals
TrippythaKid
TrippythaKid
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Pickus
Joshua Pickus
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joshua Pickus
Joshua Pickus
Producer

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Yeah
No, woah
Pull up and go
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Pull up and go, yeah, straight to the dome
Dirty racks on my soul
Calling my phone, bitch, leave me alone
Grating me like a stone, know what I see, yeah
Better believe, I'ma charge you a fee, yeah
Stepping to me like your grown
Can't keep ten toes down
Put up your hands, ayy, stacking the bands
Living life on demand, don't gotta plan, yeah
Never again, smooth sky for the land
Pockets of tree, I'm high as can be
Different kinda breed, yeah
Running your mouth on the town
Can't keep you around
I could put you right down
Pull up in the night now
Tell me how you want it (How you want it)
Talk that shit, get put down quick
Yeah, I'll be waiting on it (Yeah)
People are waiting for everything they ever wanted, yeah
I'm waiting in shadows, I got 'em thinkin' that they're haunted
Shooting through the sky, yeah, I'm burning like a comet
Out every single day, and you know I'm gonna flaunt it (Yeah)
Nothing like you've seen before
Me and Trip' robbin' ya store (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, we're crashing through the door
No time to reach in ya drawer
Found you washed up on the shore
Bleed in the dark 'til you can't anymore
Everyone looking for some kinda cure (Woah)
That I'm sure
Pull up and go, yeah, straight to the dome
Dirty racks on my soul
Calling my phone, bitch, leave me alone
Grating me like a stone, know what I see, yeah
Better believe, I'ma charge you a fee, yeah
Stepping to me like your grown
Can't keep ten toes down
Put up your hands, ayy, stacking the bands
Living life on demand, don't gotta plan, yeah
Never again, smooth sky for the land
Pockets of tree, I'm high as can be
Different kinda breed, yeah
Running your mouth on the town
Can't keep you around
I just get money and I don't need nobody telling me what to do (I get the bank)
I look at you bummy ass rappers and see that you all uncomfortable
I'm pulling up flexing (Flex), wearing all black in an all black Lexus (Lexus)
Do it big like Texas (Texas), chest feeling heavy with a cuban link necklace (Woo, woo)
Don't ever disrespect this (Nah)
Cooking up a rapper then I'm eating him for breakfast
You ain't ever been arrested, no
Thinking that you talk, but you ain't ever gonna do shit
We don't wanna talk to you lame ass fools
Thought that you had my cosign, but you not that dude
Pull up and go, yeah, straight to the dome
Dirty racks on my soul
Calling my phone, bitch, leave me alone
Grating me like a stone, know what I see, yeah
Better believe, I'ma charge you a fee, yeah
Stepping to me like your grown
Can't keep ten toes down
Put up your hands, ayy, stacking the bands
Living life on demand, don't gotta plan, yeah
Never again, smooth sky for the land
Pockets of tree, I'm high as can be
Different kinda breed, yeah
Running your mouth on the town
Can't keep you around
Written by: Joshua Pickus

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