Aankomende concerten voor KILLY
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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
KILLY
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Khalil Tatem
Texte
Ugur Tig
Komponist:in
Benjamin Sturdivant
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Vou
Produzent:in
Based1
Produzent:in
Leighton "LG" Griffiths
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Mischtechniker:in
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
This shit don't come with a manual (Yeah)
Catch up, we do this so casual (Yeah)
Catch up, stay three steps ahead of you (Head of you)
That's if I remember you (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
My mama called me, and she told me she proud of me
Jeweler, he proud of me
Pops probably proud of me
Fuck everybody that doubted me (Fuck 'em)
[Verse 3]
Fuck around, catch a casualty
Breaking it down
My broski like pottery, lean give me cavities (What)
Late nights in the South (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
Bring out that side of me, she put that ass on me (Ass)
Different identity (Who?)
Not who they pretend to be (Who are you?)
You fake, you not friend with me
[Verse 5]
Move with a stick
Stick like it's celery
The clip got longevity (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
I'm dressed in Helmut Lang, D&G, and Dior
Little bitch come through, pass your phone at the door
Open up that mosh pit and just rock and roll (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put some molly on your lip and let the night unfold (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 7]
After the show, skirt off in a UFO (Skrrt)
Lightyears away, found myself far from home
Roll up my dope, you take one toke, you choke
Off the coast, island hoes, bottles on the boat
[Verse 8]
Louis V sneakers, Issey Miyake my t-shirt (What, yeah)
'Bout to leave Earth, put a yerc all in my elixir (What)
Looking at me like how I fit three in the beamer (Coupe)
Pourin' up pink with two Playboy Bunnies like Easter (Yeah)
[Verse 9]
These diamonds they do not dance, they do the seizure (Yeah, yeah)
I just put my left wrist in the freeze
This shit don't come with a manual (Yeah)
Catch up, we do this so casual (Yeah)
Catch up, stay three steps ahead of you (Head of you)
That's if I remember you (Yeah)
My mama called me, and she told me she proud of me
Jeweler, he proud of me
Pops probably proud of me
Fuck everybody that doubted me (Fuck 'em)
Fuck around, catch a casualty
Breaking it down
My broski like pottery, lean give me cavities (What)
Late nights in the South (Yeah)
Bring out that side of me, she put that ass on me (Ass)
Different identity (Who?)
Not who they pretend to be (Who are you?)
You fake, you not friend with me
Move with a stick
Stick like it's celery
The clip got longevity (Yeah)
[Verse 10]
Louis V sneakers, Issey Miyake my t-shirt (What, yeah)
'Bout to leave Earth, put a yerc all in my elixir (What)
Looking at me like how I fit three in the beamer (Coupe)
Pourin' up pink with two Playboy Bunnies like Easter (Yeah)
Written by: Benjamin Sturdivant, Khalil Tatem, Ugur Tig