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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Pair-A-Dyce
Pair-A-Dyce
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jesse Evans
Jesse Evans
Komponist:in
Oleksandr Kostiuchenko
Oleksandr Kostiuchenko
Komponist:in
Erik Hopkins
Erik Hopkins
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Pair-A-Dyce
Pair-A-Dyce
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Beast Inside Beats
Beast Inside Beats
Produzent:in
Evince
Evince
Co-Produzent:in

Lyrics

Yeah
Light it up one time, who the fuck am I
I'm the mother fuckin man, that's right
Got my plan in line, I'm standin by
Drop a mother fuckin grand on site
They done called up Ness, got my dawg out west
Gotta drop some bars our squad is the best
I aint gotta manifest no thang, I got mo bang
Than a bomb from a man wit a vest
Yep, the word is out, I know you heard about
What it is we do when the bourbon out
At night on the road, I'm swervin round
Aint drunk that's the bump when the herd is out
You don't know me, I got game
I done been around my block, I swang
I don't give a damn bout what yall sayin
Puttin in the work in do my thang y'all
Every day, all day, y'all
You don't know me, I got game
I done been around my block, I swang
I don't give a damn bout what yall sayin
Puttin in the work in do my thang y'all
Every day, all day, y'all
Yeah ask me how much I made, I gotta
Check checks, I must be paid, I gotta
Log in, if I call in, then I gotta
Do a bit of work just to clock in, nah
I aint tryna hear no lip
Service bad then its no tip
Hurt for cash, I cant know this
Berkin bag is my focus
I don't eem need it, I'm just braggin
Pull up on the weekend, pants saggin
Mad den a bitch, aggy an shit
Doin bad aint a fad you just bad wit a lick
Step out and I'm dressin down
White tee don't mess around
No cash no stressin now
I gotta black card I flex around, yeah
Big thangs we movin up
Dem boyz cant move wit us
They wanna hop in a room wit us
Not locked in, not cool wit us
I don't know whatchu mean I'm famous
Bad chick wit her toenails painted
Gotta little bit of cash im changing
Damn right bitch I'm so tainted, ain't it
You don't know me, I got game
I done been around my block, I swang
I don't give a damn bout what yall sayin
Puttin in the work in do my thang y'all
Every day, all day, yall
You don't know me, I got game
I done been around my block, I swang
I don't give a damn bout what yall sayin
Puttin in the work in do my thang y'all
Every day, all day, y'all
Slide in wit the dope boy glow
Everybody know bout my dope boy flow
Float on the track gimmie dap I'm the man
Glide in the back they can slap my hand
Locked in from the rip
And I look so fly wit my new drip
I don't pimp my ride on a road trip
I just let my vibe gimmie mo tips, focused
I don't wanna be broke, I save
Stackin money threefold, I'm paid
Lookin in the peephole, that's raid
Gotta minime so, I'm tame
Been so cold that I know when I'm on
When I'm gone on the motherfuckin microphone
I drop bombs when I'm comin through and hype a song
I'm not wrong, bring a little bit of spice along
You got no fans bro
And I swing with both hands so
Gotta block my low hand blows
When I lock and load ammo
I speak my mind, I keep my grind
I keep my eyes, up on that fix
I'm outside, I got my prize
Y'all should know that I do that shit yeah
You don't know me, I got game
I done been around my block, I swang
I don't give a damn bout what yall sayin
Puttin in the work in do my thang y'all
Every day, all day, yall
You don't know me, I got game
I done been around my block, I swang
I don't give a damn bout what yall sayin
Puttin in the work in do my thang y'all
Every day, all day, y'all
Written by: Erik Hopkins, Jesse Evans, Oleksandr Kostiuchenko
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