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ONEFOUR, DUTCHAVELLI & CARNAGE - BETTER (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Onefour
Onefour
Performer
Carnage
Carnage
Performer
Jerome Misa
Jerome Misa
Rap
Stephan Allen
Stephan Allen
Rap
Spencer Magalogo
Spencer Magalogo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephan Allen
Stephan Allen
Songwriter
Willie Tafa
Willie Tafa
Songwriter
Solo Tohi
Solo Tohi
Songwriter
Diamante Anthony Blackmon
Diamante Anthony Blackmon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carnage
Carnage
Producer
Gordo
Gordo
Producer
i.amsolo
i.amsolo
Producer
Willstah
Willstah
Producer

Στίχοι

Ayy, free the gang True, uh (ayy, ayy, I'm feelin' better and better) Carnage, you a fool, you crazy (Gang, gang, I'm feelin' better and better You say shit that don't matter) I'm medicated Bop, bop, bop, bop (Ayy, it ain't getting any better Black seats with the leather) Alright, drop me in I'm feeling silly off that Cognac But that Henny got me feeling lifted We don't pay attention to the opps They only communicate if it's encrypted We tell that side they can't come here I don't know why them boys always listen (true) So wе go to go them and it's getting boring, lad It's feeling more likе a tradition (pussies) They dissin' the crew but do it for tunes You're making a big mistake (yeah) Then ask for peace, nah, none of that We gon' fry 'em like fish filet I get the drop then think of my music I don't know what risk to take I'm watching the news and seeing my opps It's feeling like Christmas day All that drill shit, we done did that Now it's time to move with the weather Was on the wing but I'm back and better Everyone sayin' they on me, nah Thinkin' they'll catch me lackin', never Twenty or plus every time we enter I ain't feelin' threatened, they gon' let em in Two-seven resident, them boys irrelevant We on the top pussy, evident (Ayy, ayy, gang, gang) I'm feelin' better and better (yeah) You say shit that don't matter (yeah) She wanna fuck, I wouldn't let her (gang, gang, gang, gang) (Ayy, ayy) it ain't getting any better Black seats with the leather Foreign big whips, Panamera (bup, bup, bup) (Gang, gang) I'm feelin' better and better (yeah) You say shit that don't matter (yeah) She wanna fuck I wouldn't let her (gang, gang, gang, gang) (Ayy, ayy) it ain't getting any better Black seats with the leather Foreign big whips, Panamera (ayy, ayy) These leather seats are too comfy You can call me a young boss of the country Fuckboys talk tough on the net But they out here singing love songs like Humphrey My .45 wants to pop Shots and fiends, they're just like a junkie And when there's drama, I chuck on my armour Let it rain with a grip on a pumpy These bright lights leavin' 'em jumpy I might just consider them monkeys Our shot be getting too clumsy I might just get rid of his aunty Still callin' me Spenny, my (bah) They think that they killin' it (nah) Got numbers like... (who?) I might as well sit here and laugh (Ayy, ayy, gang, gang) I'm feelin' better and better (yeah) You say shit that don't matter (yeah) She wanna fuck, I wouldn't let her (gang, gang, gang, gang) (Ayy, ayy) it ain't getting any better Black seats with the leather Foreign big whips, Panamera (bup, bup, bup) Yo, you're not Scarface, not Tony Just scar faced, I heard he got, got (trust, trust) Know what the mandem do on the block (facts) They say I talk about burning my clothes Man, what can I say? I do it a lot And if rap don't work, it's cool I still put food in the pot (trust) All of this chopping and selling I put like 10K in my dirty denims (facts) I'm in West with some violent members Make the wrong move and you might get peppered In the jungle with snakes and leopards Dutch, I ring bells for multiple cheffings, qweffings Don't play games like Tekken Wreckers, go on right there and shell it It's so peak now I just got rich Still got beef like the Bloods and Crips (trust) Bro said that he wanna do striker I gave him the scores, told him, "Don't miss" If you don't do it, I'll do it myself Still cool when you get the assist Their extraction points been compromised Right now, they're steering and covered in brick (Ayy, ayy, gang, gang) I'm feelin' better and better (yeah) You say shit that don't matter (yeah) She wanna fuck, I wouldn't let her (gang, gang, gang, gang) (Ayy, ayy) it ain't getting any better Black seats with the leather Foreign big whips, Panamera (bup, bup, bup) (Ayy, ayy, gang, gang) I'm feelin' better and better (yeah) You say shit that don't matter (yeah) She wanna fuck, I wouldn't let her (gang, gang, gang, gang) (Ayy, ayy) it ain't getting any better Black seats with the leather Foreign big whips, Panamera (bup, bup, bup) Woah, yeah Woah, yeah
Writer(s): Willie Tafa, Diamante Anthony Blackmon, Stephan Allen, Solo Tohi, Jerome Misa, Spencer Magalogo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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