旋律性
歌曲的曲调是否清晰易记,是否遵循了明确的音乐模式。旋律性强的歌曲一般具有清晰、令人难忘的器乐或声线。
不插电
衡量一首歌曲对不插电乐器(例如钢琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、萨克斯)而非电子或数字合成的依赖程度
Valence
通过歌曲的和声和节奏成分,传达的音乐积极性或情感基调。高情感值与幸福、兴奋和愉悦的感觉相对应,而低情感值则与悲伤、愤怒或忧郁有关。
舞蹈性
综合各种因素,包括节奏的稳定性、节奏模式和节拍重点,来确定一首歌曲是否适合跳舞。一首“适合跳舞”的歌曲可能具有稳定的节奏、重复的音乐结构和强烈的重拍。
能量
曲目的感知强度,可能受节奏、动态和音乐紧凑程度的影响。一首高能量的歌曲可能节奏欢快、乐器编配丰富,而一首低能量的歌曲则可能音乐编配简洁、节奏较慢。
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歌词
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That boy Joshreyy go crazy
Yeah, hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these **** fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these **** fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Gucci on me, a snake, huh (Snake)
Choppa gon' eat up his face (Face)
Was tryna hop on a wave, too late (Nah)
Hellcat, watch me tear off to space
Don't come to the zoo, you get ate
Cook him up, he gettin' baked, put his ass on a plate
Diamonds on me, frosted flakes
I don't even know her real name and that bih call me "Bae," ayy
Tell me what you gonna take (Take), huh
Reach for this chain and it's bait (Bait), uh
Fuck Supreme, lil' bitch, I want Bape (Bape)
Fuck the [?] gram, I'll take like an eigth (Eigth)
**** breaking the code like a vase
Can't fuck with that lil' bitch, I heard that's a case (case)
Can't hit this blunt, I laced it (Laced it)
'Bout five opps in it, I taste it (Taste it)
We ain't even done fucking but guess what?
I'ma go 'head and call you a Uber (Uber)
Are you mad 'cause it's raining outside? (Outside)
Well you bet' turn your ass to a scuba (Scuba)
I'm a winner, lil' boy, you a loser (Loser)
And I'm solid, lil' boy you a chooser (Chooser)
Yeah, I was born to go in (In)
I'ma fuck on them bitches, they tens (Tens)
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these **** fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these **** fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Two shots at your dome, don't give no fucks
I know some **** that run it up
These rounds gon' quack and make you duck
Da-da-da-da, you out of luck
Made a whole lot of dough off of scammin'
Fuck your bitch from the back, I'm crammin'
VVS diamonds, I'm Xannin'
Got so high don't know if I'm landin'
Let's take a flight, baby
I'm thinking like Boca Raton
And on the mic crazy
I send shots through your collarbone
Been on my Forrest Gump shit, runnin'
Ten toes, I stay one hunnid
Pipe from the back, gotta grab on something, damn
Thanksgiving, she gon' get the stuffing
But bitch, I'm better than you
Flow hit like Mayweather, it's true, damn
Pills come in red and blue, fuck it, I'll take both the two
Cap-ass ****, ain't a rap-ass ****
I know that you been fibbin' though
I fucked your bitch, I give and go
Under mistletoe, make her "Ho-ho-ho"
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these **** fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these **** fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Written by: Austin Grant, Brandon Malik Rayford, Daniel Aranson, Joshua Rey


