(FREE) Bliss n Eso x Hilltop Hoods Type Beat - Private Land (prod. Nick David)

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  • Опубликовано: 23 ноя 2024

Комментарии • 12

  • @craney05
    @craney05 Год назад +2

    Yo wait, if you seen my other comment I said I was going to check out more of your beats, I just did seen this one listened and just realised, this is one of the first beats I ever wrote a song to bro. I’m not even kidding I still have the lyrics in my notes from 2020 when I wrote my first rap as a 14 year old, that’s crazy bro much love to you and your channel
    Also I never posted the song anywhere without buying the beat broski it was literally just one of the first ever songs I wrote to start this whole music journey
    I think at the time I recorded it and posted it privately on my Soundcloud so I could listen but I never actually posted it
    That’s crazy man honestly I hope whenever you see this that you’ve been having a great day, and I wish you all the best with everything cuz this one video took me back so far

    • @NickDavid
      @NickDavid  Год назад +1

      Damn homie. Much love man forreal, always up over here and I hope you up too. ❤️

  • @VibezyPoo
    @VibezyPoo 3 года назад +5

    Damnnn this is mint! 💯💯💯😤😤😤

    • @NickDavid
      @NickDavid  3 года назад +1

      preciate that!

    • @rickyhackett6703
      @rickyhackett6703 3 года назад +2

      Deserves more views

    • @NickDavid
      @NickDavid  3 года назад +2

      @@rickyhackett6703 we working on that! i appreciate you, subscribe to keep in touch 🤍

    • @rickyhackett6703
      @rickyhackett6703 3 года назад +2

      @@NickDavid you’ve got some great shit man, can either rap to it or think to it

    • @NickDavid
      @NickDavid  3 года назад +2

      @@rickyhackett6703 that’s all i’ve wanted 🤍🤍 thank you for saying that!

  • @O.G.NickyScarfo
    @O.G.NickyScarfo 3 года назад +1

    THIS KILLS!!! LOVE THIS MY G 💯💯💯

  • @chekofollador6902
    @chekofollador6902 3 года назад +2

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    You yours I hope I don't, No. I do not intuit him, I contribute, I do not murmur, I get his thing or I lull myself and wrinkle the sheet, I would continue to fill myself with indefinite words for being united to the one that I keep high, your protected high.

  • @rickyhackett6703
    @rickyhackett6703 Год назад

    Autism