Top Songs By Danny Brown
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Danny Brown
Stimme und Gesang
The South Hill Experiment
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Daniel Dewan Sewell
Songwriter:in
Alan Maman
Songwriter:in
Baird Acheson
Songwriter:in
Gabriel Acheson
Songwriter:in
Ryan Raines
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
The Alchemist
Produzent:in
Mario Caldato Jr.
Mischtechniker:in
Raphy
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
Reach one, teach one (strt)
Can't sell ya to the water, how you eat, son? (Yeah)
We docking in the low tide (huh)
So strap up, my nigga, it's time to ride (go)
Go in like scuffed Timbs, nigga, this above the ring (uh-huh)
When Birdy with the blade out, nigga time to fade out (yeah)
This that blame round, get down to lay down (yeah)
Nigga better stay down, greyhound my playground (go)
Got a Mexican homie named Chinese Mike
In the all black Cudi and he got that white (white)
If you ain't got that green, then he might see red (oh, yeah)
Put a knot on your head then we might see dreads
Straight hair, white hoe with them pinkie toes (hahaha)
Eating on noodles like Piscopo (yeah)
You ain't talk to my lawyer, then I don't know (nah)
If you ain't watering the seeds, then how we grow? (Go)
Reach one, teach one (yeah)
Can't sell ya to the water, how you eat, son?
Docking in the low tide (yeah)
Shut the fuck up, it's time to ride (go)
Jumping in like Greg Louganis
Scraped his head against the diving board (strt)
A cyborg with vocal cords, deeper than the ocean floor (strt)
None of these rappers ain't eating like me (nah)
So if you pass the toll, then you got to pay a fee (hahaha)
Got you tickets to the murder show, RSVP (uh-huh)
Got problems at the door, then ask for me (uh-huh)
Got problems with parking, didn't ask for T (yeah)
Got a problem with balling, you a absentee (strt)
This that Black Lives Matter, still sniff cocaine (strt)
Pay for a therapist, but I still ain't changed (strt)
This that Black Lives Matter, still sniff cocaine
Pay for a therapist, but I still ain't changed (go)
(Woah)
Reach one, teach one
Can't sell ya to the water, how ya eat, son? (Yeah)
We dockin' in the low tide (huh)
So strap up, my nigga, it's time to ride (hahaha, hahaha)
No!
No, God, please no, no, no, no!
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Writer(s): Daniel Sewell, Alan Maman, Ryan Raymond Raines, Gabriel Acheson, Baird Robert Wittner Acheson
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