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AMERIKA
1,645
Hip-Hop/Rap
AMERIKA was released on August 30, 2024 by Opium/Interscope as a part of the album LOVE LASTS FOREVER
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Release DateAugust 30, 2024
LabelOpium/Interscope
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM109

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan Moitoso
Evan Moitoso
Composer
Bobby Sandimanie
Bobby Sandimanie
Lyrics
Jalan Lowe
Jalan Lowe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil 88
Lil 88
Producer
Evan Moitoso
Evan Moitoso
Producer
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
Mastering Engineer
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Black America
[Chorus]
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America
Money
Black America
What
Black America
[Chorus]
Hooded up, everything black
Fine shit sitting in the Wagon
Jumping out, all black flag
Leather pants, racks got 'em sagging
Fully-loaded extended mag
**** try it, know I'm ready to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch
And both of them plastic
[Verse 1]
I got a cup filled up with mud
I got your ho tryna wrestle in the mud
Ain't have shit, I had to get it out the dirt
I hit the bank and then I make the money twerk
I got Alyx dripping off my shirt
Mink coat, got a bitch on purple
Her pussy pink, it's dripping out her skirt
She tryna eat me, 'bout to make a **** swerve it
Ice cream, no dessert
I know how I might seem at first
Shawty, this might sting, might hurt
But I got a flight, gotta leave for the work
But I got pots, turn me to a Perc'
Yeah, my cleats on the ground, count green, no turf
That ho want some diamonds, gotta eat me first
This ho extra fine, know I need me her
Stepping outside, gotta keep my fire
Having paper on isle, by day, by night
Shawty, ain't got time, I can't make you mine
These hoes in line and they all dimes
**** hatin', oh nah, can't block my shine
I got packs, packs on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind
[Verse 2]
She got cash, cash on her mind
She got cash, cash on her mind
She got black, black on her mind
We got black, black on her minds
I'm on bad time, I made her a ten, she used to be a nine
Yeah, yeah, I'm with my slime
You ain't by my side, you ain't my kind
[Chorus]
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America
Money
Black America
What
Black America
[Chorus]
Hooded up, everything black
Fine shit sitting in the Wagon
Jumping out, all black flag
Leather pants nice, got 'em sagging
Fully-loaded extended mag
**** try it, know I'm ready to blast it
Love my FN just like my bitch
And both if them plastic
[Chorus]
Black America
Black America
Money
Black America
What
Black America
Written by: Bobby Sandimanie, Evan Marshall Moitoso, Jalan Lowe
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