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Hunxho - Concussion [Official Audio]
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Hunxho
Hunxho
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Aiden Yetman
Aiden Yetman
Songwriter:in
Cole Graham
Cole Graham
Songwriter:in
Ibrahim Dodo
Ibrahim Dodo
Songwriter:in
Vincent Desrosiers
Vincent Desrosiers
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Cole Graham
Cole Graham
Mischtechniker:in
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Desro
Desro
Produzent:in
Yetty
Yetty
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Intro]
That that gas
That global high
[Instrumental]
We can go there, wherever you tryna go
I couldn't go nowhere, I remember I was broke
Now this shit here on the floor, we havin' pape' like we sell dope
I make a million in a month, shit, that's a hundred K a show
Yeah, I stick to myself, I can't be part of that
I'm geeked in this Jeep and this bitch beat, nothin' like a heart attack
When this shit get deep, I get on feet, somethin' like a quarterback
**** play, I wrap a rapper up, like where yo' artist at?
**** play, they'll wrap a rapper, all my youngins wildin'
**** play, I'm playin' with that stick just like a violin
Most of all my **** done caught cases, they all violent
We'll take it there with like whoever, ain't nothin' tied in
Tryna tell 41 get out that field, he like a tight end
Know my brother nem'll never leave me like my right hand
Brother geeked up, walkin' on the moon, somethin' like that Mike dance
No, I'll never tell this shit, on Dre, got shit I'm not sayin'
Shootouts in my car, can't go wrong, this shit get brazy
I know he won't fold 'cause I done rocked out with lil' Bryson
I'm the one who run shit down, won't hear no **** chase me
I still be alive, I go to jail, can't let 'em take me
Cash rule everything around me and pralines
It's like it ain't nothin' that I do private, I'm on Say Cheese
Judge, I ain't mean that, that's what I did, no **** made me
Blood on blood is what them **** shed, them **** play me
[Verse 1]
I put the blues on the seat, but I'm bloody
I don't need nothin', that don't mean nothin'
Same clothes, four days straight, I'm still thuggin'
I'm still clutchin', I don't do tustlin'
I don't need nothin', G12 flushin'
I'm gettin' money, my heart still pumpin'
I done made some millions, but I'm still hustlin'
I done made some millions, I barely do clubbin'
I got stars in the ceiling, can barely see the sun
Talkin' 'bout cars, got too many, can barely choose one
Put a bird in my engine, she ain't seein' nothin'
Fuck her, fuck her head up like a concussion (Concussion)
Written by: Aiden Yetman, Cole Graham, Ibrahim Dodo, Vincent Desrosiers
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