Yeah it's nice but you need to decrease the release on your 808s so they don't run into each other like that. Turn the release knob all the way counter clockwise and they won't do that bro. Other than that everything sounds on point.
Machine Gun Kelly:] Ayy Woke up in woke up in Soundin' real godly Quavo Sonny rolling grams of wax Woke up in Paris Broke all the mirrors (that lean) Watch me, last night was too turnt They caught me fucking on camera I ain't embarrassed Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout? I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake And I'm running the streets to the city like Rocky Who da champ? Who da champ? Diamond fangs like a vamp Where's the package with the stamp? Bust it open by the Lamb Roll it up until I cramp Uh, four rings on my hands, uh Smoke rings from the grams, uh Got a lady and a tramp Bitch I made it from the trap Gunner [Ty Dolla $ign:] I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for sex Swear that pussy the wettest I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for sex Swear that pussy the wettest [Quavo:] Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking) I made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking) When I was on the bottom, you didn't hang out with me (no way) Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me (yeah) Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy) Pull up with a gang and stop playing with me (stop playing) You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed (trippin) Too turnt for the bando (too) Shoot two times through the window (shoot) Pop one off for the kid though (pop one) Pop one off the extendo (shoot) Old money like a Nintendo Bring it back, this the reload (bring back) Crips mights call it a kilo (crip) Bloods might call it a bilo (blood) Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist) Hit it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Whole thang in my lap Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Got your girl in my lap (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Got the police running laps (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap Bitch I made it out the trap [Ty Dolla $ign:] I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for sex Swear that pussy the wettest I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for sex Swear that pussy the wettest
Trap Fresstyle session 1 Verso 1: Estoy metido en el trap ya no lo puedo dejar La calle me llama y no voy a fallar Rodeado de falsos ni uno de verdad ya nosé se quién confiar ni en tu amistad El dinero es mi vicio y eso me va a matar Fresstyle Escucho la voz de mi viejita diciéndome que no pare en el trap esto es rap general Pero la tentación de la money es demasiado grande fluyó por todo el Ander andan todos con Z grandes flow sacao' de Buenos Aires Mi vida tiene muchos aujeros me hace falta el aire pero nadie lo sabe tengo la clave y mucho jarabe Ya mí corazón está prendido en llamas no le hacemo culto a la Pachamama el vaso derrama es pura flama esto lo hacemos hasta dormido en la cama vivimos la vida como queremos a 0 dramas Coro: Estoy viviendo del trap ya no puedo escapar La calle me llama y yo voy a aceptar El dinero es mi vicio y eso me va a condenar Pero en el trap no hay tiempo para parar rar rar rar Fresstyle El dolor de mi vida es mi inspiración Nunca pude ser feliz ni con mi superación siempre tras luz sin acción El dinero ahora es mi salvación, mi pase a la libertad Pero a su vez es mi prisión a veces me pregunto si será que vale la pena cumplir está condena ya me lleve toa la escena La verdad es que el trap es mi hogar, es el lugar donde me siento yo de verdad Y no puedo escapar , mi alma atada a esta puta realidad los putos coros me ayudan a progresar y a avanzar Coro: Estoy viviendo del trap ya no puedo escapar La calle me llama y yo voy a aceptar El dinero es mi vicio y eso me va a condenar Pero en el trap no hay tiempo para parar rar rar Verso 3: El trap es mi vida, mi alma y mi razón no quiero una mansión La única forma en la que puedo escapar de esta oscuridad El dolor y la soledad son mi inspiración Y mientras sigo rapeando, mi vida toma otra dirección Quiero salir de este mundo de dolor Pero mientras mi corazón siga latiendo, yo seguiré rapeando y jugando al nintendo Porque el trap es mi destino, mi vida, mi vocación Y mientras siga respirando, el trap será mi salvación real ante todo a lo duko yiu now Coro: Estoy viviendo del trap ya no puedo escapar La calle me llama y yo voy aceptar El dinero es mi vicio y eso me va a condenar Pero en el trap no hay tiempo para parar rar rar
let me introduce myself I've been on the lower shelf with all the bullet shells but now I'm living the dream just doing my thing I've been under the water sonar picked up a ping now I'm here in power my voice is louder my words are pouring down like a meteor shower I'm on the tower saying oh wousers I fell back down to earth and hit the goal like a sounder but now into the next thing move out the way of the beam I'm just trying to get precious so give me my ring before i blow this bitch to smitherines and disappear back underwater with the submarine
woke up in Paris got my greens like cabbage start my dreams like I managed your boyz on the come up slow brain damage story's get brought up trapping with Alice trapping in the bando with the keys and the package pay slow pay fast 24/7 no less get It in I'm impressed with all this cash flow get a little suttin off my chest big sticks like branch the way the snap no act thanks
Trap Paris Machine Gun Kelly Ayy Woke up in woke up in Soundin' real godly Quavo Seven Rollie grams of flex Woke up in Paris Broke all the mirrors (that lean) Must mean last night was too turnt They caught me fucking on camera I ain't embarrassed Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout? I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake And I'm running the streets to the city like Rocky Who da champ? Who da champ? Diamond fangs like a vamp Where's the package with the stamp? Bust it open by the Lamb Roll it up 'till I cramp Uh, four rings on my hands, uh Smoke rings from the grams, uh Got a lady and a tramp Bitch I made it from the trap Gunner I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking) I made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking) When I was on the bottom, you didn't hang out with me (no way) Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me (yeah) Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy) Pull up with the gang and stop playing with me (stop playing) You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed (trippin') Too turnt for the bando (too) Shoot two times through the window (shoot) Pop one off for the kid though (pop one) Pop one off the extendo (shoot) Old money like a Nintendo Bring it back home, this the reload (bring back) Crips mights call it a kilo (crip) Bloods might call it a bilo (blood) Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist) Hit it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Whole thang in my lap (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Got your girl in my lap (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Got the police running laps (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap Bitch I made it out the trap I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest
Trap Paris Machine Gun Kelly Lyrics Ayy Woke up in woke up in Soundin' real godly Quavo Seven Rollie grams of flex Woke up in Paris Broke all the mirrors (that lean) Must mean last night was too turnt They caught me fucking on camera I ain't embarrassed Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout? I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake And I'm running the streets to the city like Rocky Who da champ? Who da champ? Diamond fangs like a vamp Where's the package with the stamp? Bust it open by the Lamb Roll it up 'till I cramp Uh, four rings on my hands, uh Smoke rings from the grams, uh Got a lady and a tramp Bitch I made it from the trap Gunner I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking) I made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking) When I was on the bottom, you didn't hang out with me (no way) Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me (yeah) Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy) Pull up with the gang and stop playing with me (stop playing) You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed (trippin') Too turnt for the bando (too) Shoot two times through the window (shoot) Pop one off for the kid though (pop one) Pop one off the extendo (shoot) Old money like a Nintendo Bring it back home, this the reload (bring back) Crips mights call it a kilo (crip) Bloods might call it a bilo (blood) Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist) Hit it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Whole thang in my lap (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Got your girl in my lap (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Got the police running laps (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap Bitch I made it out the trap I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest
Ayy Woke up in woke up in Soundin' real godly Quavo Seven Rollie grams of flex Woke up in Paris Broke all the mirrors (that lean) Must mean last night was too turnt They caught me fucking on camera I ain't embarrassed Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout? I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake And I'm running the streets to the city like Rocky Who da champ? Who da champ? Diamond fangs like a vamp Where's the package with the stamp? Bust it open by the Lamb Roll it up 'till I cramp Uh, four rings on my hands, uh Smoke rings from the grams, uh Got a lady and a tramp Bitch I made it from the trap Gunner I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking) I made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking) When I was on the bottom, you didn't hang out with me (no way) Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me (yeah) Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy) Pull up with the gang and stop playing with me (stop playing) You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed (trippin') Too turnt for the bando (too) Shoot two times through the window (shoot) Pop one off for the kid though (pop one) Pop one off the extendo (shoot) Old money like a Nintendo Bring it back home, this the reload (bring back) Crips mights call it a kilo (crip) Bloods might call it a bilo (blood) Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist) Hit it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Whole thang in my lap (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Got your girl in my lap (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap (trap) Got the police running laps (yeah) Bitch I made it from the trap Bitch I made it out the trap I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest I woke up in Paris In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch) First I roll up the lesh Then I went back for seconds Swear that pussy the wettest
Shawty know she a baddie She gon pass me her addy Now she calling me daddy We saw police we ran Had some Molly and xans Kept a 30 in my pants Did my thang on low Moves I made like a pro
I don't like the choices that the photographer made when taking the above picture.. nothing cool, intriguing, or flattering about the finished product just kind of lame and unemotional. nice beat tho.. props
This beat is captivating.
Yo tell yo mom I said what’s good
David Martin aight
I hear Quavo voice. This beat is perfect for him. One of the best artists in the world of music.
Love the beat gives you a happy hopeful vibe
That was really quick, but great at the same time!
Anyone else think this beat is one of the best beats this year but the rap(excluding mgk) is feature rap available at the dollar store?
no both are good in my opinion
yup....agreed
Producers out here single-handedly saving the game. I'll just listen to this instead👌
Yeah it's nice but you need to decrease the release on your 808s so they don't run into each other like that. Turn the release knob all the way counter clockwise and they won't do that bro. Other than that everything sounds on point.
Machine Gun Kelly:]
Ayy
Woke up in woke up in
Soundin' real godly
Quavo
Sonny rolling grams of wax
Woke up in Paris
Broke all the mirrors (that lean)
Watch me, last night was too turnt
They caught me fucking on camera
I ain't embarrassed
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now
I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
And I'm running the streets to the city like Rocky
Who da champ? Who da champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Where's the package with the stamp?
Bust it open by the Lamb
Roll it up until I cramp
Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
Smoke rings from the grams, uh
Got a lady and a tramp
Bitch I made it from the trap
Gunner
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for sex
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for sex
Swear that pussy the wettest
[Quavo:]
Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
I made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
When I was on the bottom, you didn't hang out with me (no way)
Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me (yeah)
Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy)
Pull up with a gang and stop playing with me (stop playing)
You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed (trippin)
Too turnt for the bando (too)
Shoot two times through the window (shoot)
Pop one off for the kid though (pop one)
Pop one off the extendo (shoot)
Old money like a Nintendo
Bring it back, this the reload (bring back)
Crips mights call it a kilo (crip)
Bloods might call it a bilo (blood)
Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist)
Hit it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Whole thang in my lap
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got your girl in my lap (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got the police running laps (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap
Bitch I made it out the trap
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for sex
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for sex
Swear that pussy the wettest
Aditya Sreekumar
That text and logo quality is 👌🏾
Trap Fresstyle session 1
Verso 1:
Estoy metido en el trap ya no lo puedo dejar
La calle me llama y no voy a fallar
Rodeado de falsos ni uno de verdad ya nosé se quién confiar ni en tu amistad
El dinero es mi vicio y eso me va a matar
Fresstyle
Escucho la voz de mi viejita diciéndome que no pare en el trap esto es rap general
Pero la tentación de la money es demasiado grande fluyó por todo el Ander andan todos con Z grandes flow sacao' de Buenos Aires
Mi vida tiene muchos aujeros me hace falta el aire pero nadie lo sabe tengo la clave y mucho jarabe
Ya mí corazón está prendido en llamas no le hacemo culto a la Pachamama el vaso derrama es pura flama esto lo hacemos hasta dormido en la cama vivimos la vida como queremos a 0 dramas
Coro:
Estoy viviendo del trap ya no puedo escapar
La calle me llama y yo voy a aceptar
El dinero es mi vicio y eso me va a condenar
Pero en el trap no hay tiempo para parar rar rar rar
Fresstyle
El dolor de mi vida es mi inspiración
Nunca pude ser feliz ni con mi superación siempre tras luz sin acción
El dinero ahora es mi salvación, mi pase a la libertad
Pero a su vez es mi prisión a veces me pregunto si será que vale la pena cumplir está condena ya me lleve toa la escena
La verdad es que el trap es mi hogar, es el lugar donde me siento yo de verdad
Y no puedo escapar , mi alma atada a esta puta realidad los putos coros me ayudan a progresar y a avanzar
Coro:
Estoy viviendo del trap ya no puedo escapar
La calle me llama y yo voy a aceptar
El dinero es mi vicio y eso me va a condenar
Pero en el trap no hay tiempo para parar rar rar
Verso 3:
El trap es mi vida, mi alma y mi razón no quiero una mansión
La única forma en la que puedo escapar de esta oscuridad
El dolor y la soledad son mi inspiración
Y mientras sigo rapeando, mi vida toma otra dirección
Quiero salir de este mundo de dolor
Pero mientras mi corazón siga latiendo, yo seguiré rapeando y jugando al nintendo
Porque el trap es mi destino, mi vida, mi vocación
Y mientras siga respirando, el trap será mi salvación real ante todo a lo duko yiu now
Coro:
Estoy viviendo del trap ya no puedo escapar
La calle me llama y yo voy aceptar
El dinero es mi vicio y eso me va a condenar
Pero en el trap no hay tiempo para parar rar rar
Yo! This has got copyright? Awesome tuneeee!
it supposed to be an 808 not a bassline
bruh do it urself then ...
Xander is right
I love this beat
Great beats
PD PD
Mdr
Mbappé PD
Great video
Very Nice
let me introduce myself I've been on the lower shelf with all the bullet shells but now I'm living the dream just doing my thing I've been under the water sonar picked up a ping now I'm here in power my voice is louder my words are pouring down like a meteor shower I'm on the tower saying oh wousers I fell back down to earth and hit the goal like a sounder but now into the next thing move out the way of the beam I'm just trying to get precious so give me my ring before i blow this bitch to smitherines and disappear back underwater with the submarine
Wepa!
woke up in Paris
got my greens like cabbage
start my dreams like I managed
your boyz on the come up slow brain damage
story's get brought up trapping with Alice
trapping in the bando with the keys and the package
pay slow pay fast 24/7 no less
get It in I'm impressed with all this cash flow
get a little suttin off my chest
big sticks like branch the way the snap no act thanks
WHAT INSTRUMENT IS THIS?!
Trap Paris
Machine Gun Kelly
Ayy
Woke up in woke up in
Soundin' real godly
Quavo
Seven Rollie grams of flex
Woke up in Paris
Broke all the mirrors (that lean)
Must mean last night was too turnt
They caught me fucking on camera
I ain't embarrassed
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now
I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
And I'm running the streets to the city like Rocky
Who da champ? Who da champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Where's the package with the stamp?
Bust it open by the Lamb
Roll it up 'till I cramp
Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
Smoke rings from the grams, uh
Got a lady and a tramp
Bitch I made it from the trap
Gunner
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
I made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
When I was on the bottom, you didn't hang out with me (no way)
Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me (yeah)
Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy)
Pull up with the gang and stop playing with me (stop playing)
You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed (trippin')
Too turnt for the bando (too)
Shoot two times through the window (shoot)
Pop one off for the kid though (pop one)
Pop one off the extendo (shoot)
Old money like a Nintendo
Bring it back home, this the reload (bring back)
Crips mights call it a kilo (crip)
Bloods might call it a bilo (blood)
Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist)
Hit it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Whole thang in my lap (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got your girl in my lap (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got the police running laps (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap
Bitch I made it out the trap
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
Trap Paris
Machine Gun Kelly
Lyrics
Ayy
Woke up in woke up in
Soundin' real godly
Quavo
Seven Rollie grams of flex
Woke up in Paris
Broke all the mirrors (that lean)
Must mean last night was too turnt
They caught me fucking on camera
I ain't embarrassed
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now
I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
And I'm running the streets to the city like Rocky
Who da champ? Who da champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Where's the package with the stamp?
Bust it open by the Lamb
Roll it up 'till I cramp
Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
Smoke rings from the grams, uh
Got a lady and a tramp
Bitch I made it from the trap
Gunner
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
I made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
When I was on the bottom, you didn't hang out with me (no way)
Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me (yeah)
Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy)
Pull up with the gang and stop playing with me (stop playing)
You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed (trippin')
Too turnt for the bando (too)
Shoot two times through the window (shoot)
Pop one off for the kid though (pop one)
Pop one off the extendo (shoot)
Old money like a Nintendo
Bring it back home, this the reload (bring back)
Crips mights call it a kilo (crip)
Bloods might call it a bilo (blood)
Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist)
Hit it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Whole thang in my lap (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got your girl in my lap (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got the police running laps (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap
Bitch I made it out the trap
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
Brooklyn Strickland
I'm rapper from Jennings
Quavooooo !
Yo can you do save me by mgk? Im willing to pay you for it
the bass should have been cut a lil wobble but everything else on point
Hey, do you mind if I use this in my video? I'll credit you but the video will be monetized.
Michael Bui its cool
I just got a copyright using the song, can you help me out so I don't get copyrighted and keep the video monetized for me?
Is this no copyright
Ayy
Woke up in woke up in
Soundin' real godly
Quavo
Seven Rollie grams of flex
Woke up in Paris
Broke all the mirrors (that lean)
Must mean last night was too turnt
They caught me fucking on camera
I ain't embarrassed
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now
I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
And I'm running the streets to the city like Rocky
Who da champ? Who da champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Where's the package with the stamp?
Bust it open by the Lamb
Roll it up 'till I cramp
Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
Smoke rings from the grams, uh
Got a lady and a tramp
Bitch I made it from the trap
Gunner
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
I made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
When I was on the bottom, you didn't hang out with me (no way)
Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me (yeah)
Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy)
Pull up with the gang and stop playing with me (stop playing)
You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed (trippin')
Too turnt for the bando (too)
Shoot two times through the window (shoot)
Pop one off for the kid though (pop one)
Pop one off the extendo (shoot)
Old money like a Nintendo
Bring it back home, this the reload (bring back)
Crips mights call it a kilo (crip)
Bloods might call it a bilo (blood)
Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist)
Hit it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Whole thang in my lap (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got your girl in my lap (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got the police running laps (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap
Bitch I made it out the trap
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for seconds
Swear that pussy the wettest
the 808 at 1:50 not perfect but the remake it very good
im rapping mgk verse to that instrumental xD
Instrumental is better than the song
Justin S L
Nope
This has copyright ?
Sztojka Catalin no copyright , This beat is free for non-commercial use only.
allz night long
he looks like Captian America lol
I like how the beat starts then he just fucks it up putting unnecessary added bass line how it starts is how he should've kept it the whole song
Shawty know she a baddie
She gon pass me her addy
Now she calling me daddy
We saw police we ran
Had some Molly and xans
Kept a 30 in my pants
Did my thang on low
Moves I made like a pro
Hindai xu ma
Khojiraxas taw
Thaxaena ka pugne
last ma
Hinraxu ma
gintappe paune assma
Thaaena ka samma pugne
Kashma
You should really check your gmail lol
Is this copytight
Cut your 808s bro damn
I don't like the choices that the photographer made when taking the above picture.. nothing cool, intriguing, or flattering about the finished product just kind of lame and unemotional. nice beat tho.. props
Fake instrumental
did you wake up in paris tho?