音乐视频

音乐视频

制作

出演艺人
Keeya Keys
Keeya Keys
表演者
作曲和作词
Keir Dickson
Keir Dickson
作曲
Quincy Ferreira
Quincy Ferreira
作曲
制作和工程
Quincy
Quincy
制作人
Wez Clarke
Wez Clarke
混音工程师
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
母带工程师

歌词

[Verse 1]
(Gyal slow down, wollan
I'm running behind like Haaland
Got a new bad ting from Holland
I bust my nut like voila
She moody, something like vola
I don't say bye, I just cut and ola
Yeah, my bro miss Juma
But pray Salat in a blacked out bomber)
[Verse 2]
Yo, I used to drink Magnum before football training
And drop a dead ting cah I need practise
Charge it to the game like EA
Don't care what she say, not purpose
This girl called me a bad egg
But come running back when man hatches
Not a running back, but man still catches vibes live on a custom tactics
My bottoms boot cut like karate trousers
I had to bust them with some fly kicks
She got me when she look in my eyes
But I can't wife her cah she wear size six
She's too excited when I snap man's face when I'm in a crisis
This bread came with so many problems
But it's way better than my old life was
[Verse 3]
Bro, this beach license
Sending my bread through my Eastside ting
Feel like God bless my ting but bro got a problem, I'm beside him
Ten toes when I see siren
I got a thing for my new side-ting
Don't feel a thing when she's smiling
I'm not lying, babe, I'm freestyling
[Verse 4]
Gyal slow down, wollan
I'm running behind like Haaland
Got a new bad ting from Holland
I bust my nut like voila
She moody, something like vola
I don't say bye, I just cut and ola
Yeah, my bro miss Juma
But pray Salat in a blacked out bomber
[Verse 5]
Gyal slow down, wollan
I'm running behind like Haaland
Got a new bad ting from Holland
I bust my nut like voila
She moody, something like vola
I don't say bye, I just cut and ola
Yeah, my bro miss Juma
But pray Salat in a blacked out bomber
[Verse 6]
How could you tell me
My face looks like a seat? Nah, baby you're dumb (Are you dumb?)
You came to do lifestyle with me cah your man is a bum
You know what you do for a crah
But you try to move like I'm stupid or some'
Only want neck or I'm sleeping, I'm slumped
Next day beat the back like a bongo drum
The waiter just brought out the entrées, on my entry I spot the girl that I want
Yo, keep it 101
Can't trip up cah ah born Babylon
You ever been rejected? Nah, trust me it's a humbling one
And now you wanna move to me
Better spit out the words that you're stumbling on
[Verse 7]
Gyal slow down, wollan
I'm running behind like Haaland
Got a new bad ting from Holland
I bust my nut like voila
She moody, something like vola
I don't say bye, I just cut and ola
Yeah, my bro miss Juma
But pray Salat in a blacked out bomber
[Verse 8]
Gyal slow down, wollan
I'm running behind like Haaland
Got a new bad ting from Holland
I bust my nut like voila
She moody, something like vola
I don't say bye, I just cut and ola
Yeah, my bro miss Juma
But pray Salat in a blacked out bomber
[Verse 9]
(Quincy Tell 'em)
Written by: Keir Dickson, Quincy Ferreira
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