Canciones más populares de Saxkboy KD
Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Saxkboy KD
Rap
That Mexican OT
Stimme und Gesang
Albie Dickson
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Albie Dickson
Komponist:in
Khalil Dean
Komponist:in
Virgil René Gazca
Komponist:in
Greg Davenport
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Albie Dickson
Produzent:in
Abel Garibaldi
Mischtechniker:in
Max Steger
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Daniel Evans
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Caleb C4 Albarado
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Dale Becker
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Nate Mingo
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
Noah McCorkle
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
Letras
[Chorus]
Hate they talk too much, put ice all on my heart and on my wrist
Ain't got sense enough to know these **** broke and ain't on shit
Called a blix, old dude got hit up
He outside, go pick his bitch up
I don't talk too much on purpose
My guys lurkin', KD shut up
[Chorus]
Hate they talk too much, put ice all on my heart and on my wrist
Ain't got sense enough to know these **** broke and ain't on shit
Called a blix, old dude got hit up
He outside, go pick his bitch up
I don't talk too much on purpose
My guys lurkin', KD shut up
[Verse 1]
I ain't said nothin' yet
They know that work I put in, bitch
You can't speak on me and say I bled the way you bled, you snitched
You a rat, you not our kind
I did my bid and shot my shits
How you want that boy to fold?
You better sit that time out bitch
GI, lil' ol' baby, 43, yo u can't fuck with me on TG
Rob who? Bitch, come try me, you gon' D-I-E on bronem, oh
19 on my clip, I tell my PO I might go back 'cause
Lord knows if these **** try me, I'm pushin' shit back
[PreChorus]
Used to box, now I slang glocky like a challenger
We can't stay professional, ****, it's fuck you and your manager
Influenced you, you stupid
**** gay and you his passenger
Tell 'em play it safe
'Cause I got family and they smackin' something
Fuck a ****
[Chorus]
Hate they talk too much, put ice all on my heart and on my wrist
Ain't got sense enough to know these **** broke and ain't on shit
Called a blix, old dude got hit up
He outside, go pick his bitch up
I don't talk too much on purpose
My guys lurkin', KD shut up
[Chorus]
Hate they talk too much, put ice all on my heart and on my wrist
Ain't got sense enough to know these **** broke and ain't on shit
Called a blix, old dude got hit up
He outside, go pick his bitch up
I don't talk too much on purpose
My guys lurkin', KD shut up
[Verse 2]
I can't love em, I can't trust 'em
But believe that I can fuck' em
After sex, she ask, "What are we?"
I'm like, "Stupid bitch, we nothing"
Yeah, I'm a munch, I ate it like a mango
She ate me like muffins
I'ma nut in her butt like bananas
I won't tell no-one, that pussy was bussin'
[Verse 3]
That pussy was bussin' like we was fuckin' at a bus stop
Even if I had no legs, she could put my third leg in a leg lock
Diamonds in my mouth with a cowboy hat and my shades on 'cause my eyes bloodshot
I like a bitch with tattoos on her face, I need myself a thug thot
Viva la loca, I got me a skunka
She gettin' nasty inside of my trucka
Eatin' dick and hittin' coke-a
Bitch are you dumb?
Get back on the bus
The music got me feeling like I just rushed
Whole TV gorilla, eat people for lunch
I'll just open his head and I'll take out a bunch
Come here
KD, shut the fuck up
[Chorus]
Hate they talk too much, put ice all on my heart and on my wrist
Ain't got sense enough to know these **** broke and ain't on shit
Called a blix, old dude got hit up
He outside, go pick his bitch up
I don't talk too much on purpose
My guys lurkin', KD shut up
[Chorus]
Hate they talk too much, put ice all on my heart and on my wrist
Ain't got sense enough to know these **** broke and ain't on shit
Called a blix, old dude got hit up
He outside, go pick his bitch up
I don't talk too much on purpose
My guys lurkin', KD shut up
Written by: Albert Dickson, Greg Davenport, Khalil Dean, Virgil René Gazca