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CAROUSEL
765
Hip-Hop/Rap
CAROUSEL was released on October 11, 2024 by Black Circle / EMPIRE as a part of the album TMZ
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AlbumTMZ
Release DateOctober 11, 2024
LabelBlack Circle / EMPIRE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Performer
Trauma Tone
Trauma Tone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
John Carrington Jr.
John Carrington Jr.
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Money Man
Money Man
Recording Engineer
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer
Trauma Tone
Trauma Tone
Producer
Isaac "Soundsfromikey" Copeland
Isaac "Soundsfromikey" Copeland
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Trauma Tone
[Chorus]
I just walked up to the carousel, my luggage full of P
I'm infusin' all my weed, all my bitches get APs
I give gems to all my ****, I binary all my triggers
I put handguards on my sticks, I'm the first in on the list
My bitch look good with no makeup, your bitch ugly, that's a shame
One of you dumb ass **** gon' die, tryna come and snatch my chain
PSA, I'm takin' over, Za stuffed in the Fendi roller
They say you like the **** you hang around, they all scammin', they growers
[Verse 1]
My whole circle gettin' money, your whole circle full of bums
Have my **** on the run, we'll spend some shit for fun
Fuck me good, I'll pay your rent, fuck me good, you'll get Chanel
I don't hate on other ****, but her ex, man, lame as hell
Got a section full of bitches, all them hoes is throwin' ones
Got a warehouse full of plants, you buy a hundred, you could come
****, don't talk my y'all, talk my money, I'll shut your fuckin' mouth
She leave hearts in my DM, I'ma say these my BM
I don't fuck with FBI, think it's sweet, then come and try
That shit weak, these **** smokin', don't be scared, babe, bust it open
Blew a .30 up in Strokers, big ol' .40 on me, pokin'
I'm in Dallas for the playoffs, watchin' Luca shoot a trey ball
I'ma get racks no matter what, I'ma have emotion no matter what
**** say he real, but so unfit, shit, it ain't addin' up
My lil' thick bitch from Panola, find the hell and keep a blower
**** shot with me like Kroger, **** shot with me like Publix
You can't get this strain of shit too high, and, ****, you on the budget
****, be quiet with all that huffin', get your life, took over nothin'
Get your bitch hooked, now she gang, catch a hat, come get a chain
Wanna win? Come fuck with me, want some Za? Come fuck with me
Let's go
[Chorus]
I just walked up to the carousel, my luggage full of P
I'm infusin' all my weed, all my bitches get APs
I give gems to all my ****, I binary all my triggers
I put handguards on my sticks, I'm the first in on the list
My bitch look good with no makeup, your bitch ugly, that's a shame
One of you dumb ass **** gon' die tryna come and snatch my chain
PSA, I'm takin' over, Za stuffed in this Fendi roller
They say you like the **** you hang around, they all scam and they growers
Written by: John Carrington Jr., Tysen Jay Bolding, Xavier Dotson
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