PLUTO - ACOT: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

PLUTO

30

Hip-Hop/Rap

PLUTO adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak +1 Records tarafından 13 Kasım 2020 tarihinde yayınlandıFeed Me To The Dogs

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümFeed Me To The Dogs

Çıkış Tarihi13 Kasım 2020

Firma+1 Records

DilEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM80

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

ACOT

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

ACOT

Songwriter

Jackson Bond Laurie

Jackson Bond Laurie

Composer

David Jonathan Casillas

David Jonathan Casillas

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

ACOT

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

I don't deal dope, I do dope, shit, who know?

Pack a bowl of weed with my bowl of hot menudo

One pachuco, so loco, thought you knew, though

Han Solo rocked up in Polo, I need new hope

I don't deal dope, I do dope, off to Pluto

I ain't die yet, it's cool though, gimme kudos

Make a bunch of dough and buy a house in Acapulco

Benzo in my blunt, that's the reason that I move slow

Heard he got a problem, we could pick a bone, put him on the phone

Send his ass home in his fucking socks, walk him off the block

Thank you, come again, next time bring a friend, leave him on the fence

Won't see him again, now he know you ain't nothing but a hoe

Heard he got a problem, we could pick a bone, put him on the phone

Send his ass home in his fucking socks, walk him off the block

Thank you, come again, next time bring a friend, leave him on the fence

Won't see him again, now he know you ain't nothing but a hoe

I'ma—I'ma—I'ma mothafucking asshole

Why you think her brother wanna beat my ass for?

If I'm low on the cash flow

I'm fucking kicking in yo' back door, I get what I ask for

I'ma—I'ma—I'ma mothafucking asshole

Why you think her brother wanna beat my ass for?

If I'm low on the cash flow

I'm fucking kicking in yo' back door, I get what I ask for

Heard he got a problem, we could pick a bone, put him on the phone

Send his ass home in his fucking socks, walk him off the block

Thank you, come again, next time bring a friend, leave him on the fence

Won't see him again, now he know you ain't nothing but a hoe

Heard he got a problem, we could pick a bone, put him on the phone

Send his ass home in his fucking socks, walk him off the block

Thank you, come again, next time bring a friend, leave him on the fence

Won't see him again, now he know you ain't nothing but a hoe

I don't deal dope, I do dope, off to Pluto

I ain't die yet, it's cool though, gimme kudos

Make a bunch of dough and buy a house in Acapulco

Benzo in my blunt, that's the reason that I move slow

I ain't die yet, it's cool though, gimme kudos

Written by: ACOT, David Jonathan Casillas, Jackson Bond Laurie

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