Metro Boomin - 10 Freaky Girls (Instrumental)

metro boomin make it boom...

This song is called are you every woman. By kashif and whitney Houston

Sound like Selena at first 😹

Not better that Larry Junes Organic Work

NOT EVEN BETTER THAT “ THANKS GOD FOR THE TRAP”

Read Milestone Comics with this in your headphones. Just do it.

21 wasted this :(

Nice

im grateful 🤧🤧

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

how do i skip ad

10 ya sabes

Watching this off acid I thought my tv caught on fire

Jesus loves you 😁😁

The start it David Pomeranz - Old Songs... Nice find

how do you create this this shits fire🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥❤‍🔥

currently using this for a rap for school about the 1969 moon landing 💯

Metro is just well trained in musical harmony. Good Job!!!

What's that intro sample?

I wish every producer would release the beats to every rap that's made

Hi metro boomin, please do a song with mariah

En paz descanse en paz
Nunca disparo por debajo de cuello

Eres un novato, yo soy un veterano.
Por eso tengo una Glock y tu un TEC.

Sin damas, en esté ajedrez.
Inunden mi patek con diamantes.

Doblo a Tiffany, por Jess.
Nesecito reportarme, soy un desatre

Estoy en Bikini Norton y estoy con Sandy Moesha, sigo bebiendo todo el brandy

Keisha se come el Molly como si fuera un caramelo Bodyslam como que soy Randy


Si, soy un buen bateador,
Soy una gran cantidad de dinero,
Los dejo amargos

Consigue que atrapé, oh ¿Té crees un pandillero? Deja que esa mierda se adivina


Ella trata de chupármela acostádo,
Hago de esa perra se sienta cómoda


Si, auto caliente, arma cargada estuches cerrado


Asamos carné de res, nigga, carbón vegetal


Vendiendo su coño su vagina consiguió un código de barras

Estos niggas de culo roto necesita a Jobco. Se usa para obtener mariscos


Ahora comensė a comer cuando quiero a kiku ella quiere salir y dejar la pandilla


Metro vale mucho millones, nigga, yo también

Cuelga de mi oreja, una roca de diamante


Cuelga fuera de mi cintura una CLOCK


El cuerpo en ese ataúd era un soplon

Yo no lanzó botellas, yo disparo balas

Todo esto me gotea, nesecito un trapisdor.

Boxer Balenciaga y también los calcetines


Tengo 10 chicas pervertida en un yate

Se ahoga en eso, amigo, se ahoga en eso.


El el último altercado, obtuve cien fajos


Todos mis puntos tiene muchos sabueso en ellos


No ay muebles, Solo ay un montón de libra en ellos


Percocet, suave, duro, y tengo la heroína para ellos


Paño de sangre, un asesinato, vamos diresto al punto con ellos

Edgewood, Glenwood, Blouldercrest.
Y el hampa para ello

Tienes un montón de armas, puedes ser enterrado con ellas

Tratas de mediar el problema, por k estás con ellos

Todas estas cadenas, dencanza en paz con Harriet Tubman.

Los NIGGA están arruinados porque estaban yendo demasiado s discotecas.


Gasto en todos mis coches por k soy terco

Zona 6 contra el mundo, así es como voy

Salí del vientre, y ya estaba matando.

No hago pelea s puñetazos, niggas

Los raperos dicen que quieren pelear, pero no arrepienten

Cuando los ves a la cara, no hacen nada

Cuelga de mis orejas, una roca de diamante

Cuelga fuera de mi cintura, una CLOCK


El cuerpo en ese ataúd era un soplon


No lanzó botellas yo disparo balas

Todo esto me gotea nesecito un trapisdor

Boxer Balenciaga y también los calcetines

Tengo 10 chicas pervertida en un yate (x2)

ESPANIS VERSIÓN Chile

In peace may you rest

🔥

this one goes hard. i love the song and made a german rap remix on it.

The very beginning and very end parts of this song make me daydream and cry about missing old memories.

Oh gash.... u should have used the first intro in a whole song... it sounds classical and legit

Metro sign me lol

Vedo merda frate vedo merda dappertutto fuori anche i marciapiedi mi fan brutto

I remember listening to this beat as a broke HighSchooler not knowing what I was gonna do in life here I am 4 years later about to graduate college I’ll be back in 4 years 💯 let’s see where I’m at

where the lyrics to sing along

Ooh
No, no, no
No, no
In peace (in peace), may you rest (may you rest)
Never ever shoot below the neck (never ever)
You a rookie (you a rookie), I'm a vet (I'm a vet)
That's why I got a Glock, you got a TEC (got a TEC)
Not checkers (not checkers), this chess (nigga chess)
I flooded out my Patek with baguettes
I curve Tiffany (yeah), for Jess (for who?)
Need to get myself together, I'm a mess (straight up)
In Bikini Bottom, I'm with Sandy (Sandy)
Moesha keep on drinkin' all the brandy (brandy)
Keisha eat the molly like it's candy (yah, yah)
Bodyslam a nigga like I'm Randy (yah, yah)
Yeah, I'm a hot hitter (straight up)
I'm a guap getter (straight up)
Leave a thot bitter (straight up)
Get your block hit up
Oh, you think you in a group?
Get that shit split up (on God)
Tryna suck me layin' down, I make that bitch sit up (straight up)
Yeah, hot box, dirty stick, case closed (case closed)
We grill beef, nigga, charcoal (uh-oh)
Sellin' pussy, her vajay-jay got a barcode (uh-oh)
These broke ass niggas need Jobco (21)
Used to use EBT to get seafood (what?)
Now I Uber Eats when I want Kiku (straight up)
She wanna hang out and let the gang G you (facts)
Metro worth a lot of M's, nigga, me too (racks)
Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (a rock)
Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (pop, pop)
The body in that casket was a opp (21)
I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
Balenciaga boxers and the socks (on God)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (yacht)
Finna drown in 'em, dawg, finna drown in 'em (21)
Last altercation, got a hundred rounds in him (on my mama)
All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in 'em (on your mama)
Ain't no furniture, it's just a lot of pounds in 'em (straight up)
Percs, soft, hard, and I got the brown in 'em (on God)
Word to bombaclaat, shotta, we don't ramp in 'em (21)
Edgewood, Glenwood, Bouldercrest and the Hamp with 'em (six)
Got a lot of sticks, you can get stamped with 'em (on God)
Tryna mediate the beef, you get found with 'em (straight up)
All these chains, rest in peace to Harriet Tubman (Harriet Tubman)
Niggas broke 'cause they doin' too much clubbin' (too much clubbin')
Cashed out on all my cards 'cause I'm stubborn ('cause I'm stubborn)
Zone 6 against the world, that's how I'm comin' (how I'm comin')
I came out the womb, I was thuggin' (straight up)
Ain't no fistfights, niggas uppin' (straight up)
Rappers say they want smoke but they bluffin' (on God)
When you see 'em face-to-face, it ain't nothin' (straight up)
Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (a rock)
Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (pop, pop)
The body in that casket was a opp (21)
I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
Balenciaga boxers and the socks (on God)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (yacht)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht
You know, I was racin' down the highway earlier today
Ridin' down 20
I happened to see a nigga I robbed back in the day
You know what? He was happy to see me

I bet he meticulously crafted all the directions the last note of the trumpet was

Dans cette substance j'cherche ma délivrance,
J'danse tard le soir dans l'obscurité dense,
Beaucoup de chose intenses dans mon corps en transe ce passent,
Cette année quelques potos m'ont lâché, mais bon c'est pas pour autant que j'vais m'y attarder
J'me dis c'est mieux de s'entêter à faire du papier
Plutôt que ruminer sur le passé

En faite le truc, c'est qu'j'etais victime de quelques abus
La confiance que j'ai donné n'as jamais été rendu
L'esprit de l'humain est malin et tordu
Oue je sais c'est ptete un peu confus
Savoir qu'on t'as menti depuis le début
toutes ces années, parties en fumée
C'est bien dur à réaliser, comme un rapport ou on t'as forcé
Ou comme un gosse non désiré
J'te jure j'me sent traumatisé
Du coup sur moi j'me suis renfermé
Et j'ai commencé à beaucoup penser
Et comme j'arrivais pas à me calmés
J'ai commencé à roulé des gros calumés
Pour un fois j'vais m'debarasser d'mes idées noires
J'utilise cette prod comme exutoire
Pas bsoins d'lumiere pour qu'on puisse me voir
J'suis un diamant brute au milles éclats

Des fils de pute il y'en aura toujours
T'as raté ta chance non c'est pas ton jours
Sur mon dos t'as voulu te faire des sous
Tu peux essayé oue cause toujours


J'ai commencé l'pe-ra pour m'exprimer
Aujourd'hui c'est au rap que je suis dévoué
Damso lui a écouté son coeur
Alors qu'il était rempli de noirceur

Au fait la drogue j'ai bien diminué
Mais j'roule toujours 2 ou 3 calumés
Rempli full de thc
Partout ou j'vais j'me sent coincé
Comme si un esprit venait me hanté
J'arrive pas à l'expliquer
C'est une douleur qui veut pas diminué
À Azkaban on m'as enfermé
Ça m'as carrément détraqué
Dans le noir c'est les détraqueurs qui font la loi
Ils t'volent ton âme ils n'ont aucune foie
Comme des connards que je connais bien ma foie
A pris la fuite, après une cuite
C'est une affaire classée sans suite
J'suis toujours au même point j'attends la suite
De la série mais bon la vie c'est pas Netflix
Même si en ce moment j'connais trop d'plot twist
Oue trop d'faux g dans cette chienne de vie
Mon coeur à subis beaucoup de vis-à-vis
Carottes sur carottes oue on me la bien mise
Mais bon j'me connais, j'ai confiance en mes capacités
J'sais qu'vais raflé la mise
Comme dirait Yvnnis le passé est passé
Et le passé faut plus y penser
Pourtant c'est le passé qui m'as forgé
Donc jamais j'pourrais oublié
Les souvenirs douloureux qui surgissent tard la nuit
Surtout quand j'suis dans des états pas possibles
Ou j'suis ivre, défoncé à cause de toute la drogue que je m'enfilait
Maman désolé je sais que je t'ai pas trop écouté
Mais bon c'est plus la peine de regretté
J'vais vivre ma vie pleinement car peur que celle-ci soit écourtée

This instrumental is the type of shit I love bruh!

No freaky girls no 10 in my house cuz im Christian chillin willin he gives me more Chill Jesus gave me chill or id mock satan on his own songs

dear metro. do you have a lawyer ?

no
No, no
In peace (in peace), may you rest (may you rest)
Never ever shoot below the neck (never ever)
You a rookie (you a rookie), I'm a vet (I'm a vet)
That's why I got a Glock, you got a TEC (got a TEC)
Not checkers (not checkers), this chess (nigga chess)
I flooded out my Patek with baguettes
I curve Tiffany (yeah), for Jess (for who?)
Need to get myself together, I'm a mess (straight up)
In Bikini Bottom, I'm with Sandy (Sandy)
Moesha keep on drinkin' all the brandy (brandy)
Keisha eat the molly like it's candy (yah, yah)
Bodyslam a nigga like I'm Randy (yah, yah)
Yeah, I'm a hot hitter (straight up)
I'm a guap getter (straight up)
Leave a thot bitter (straight up)
Get your block hit up
Oh, you think you in a group?
Get that shit split up (on God)
Tryna suck me layin' down, I make that bitch sit up (straight up)
Yeah, hot box, dirty stick, case closed (case closed)
We grill beef, nigga, charcoal (uh-oh)
Sellin' pussy, her vajay-jay got a barcode (uh-oh)
These broke ass niggas need Jobco (21)
Used to use EBT to get seafood (what?)
Now I Uber Eats when I want Kiku (straight up)
She wanna hang out and let the gang G you (facts)
Metro worth a lot of M's, nigga, me too (racks)
Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (a rock)
Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (pop, pop)
The body in that casket was a opp (21)
I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
Balenciaga boxers and the socks (on God)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (yacht)
Finna drown in 'em, dawg, finna drown in 'em (21)
Last altercation, got a hundred rounds in him (on my mama)
All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in 'em (on your mama)
Ain't no furniture, it's just a lot of pounds in 'em (straight up)
Percs, soft, hard, and I got the brown in 'em (on God)
Word to bombaclaat, shotta, we don't ramp in 'em (21)
Edgewood, Glenwood, Bouldercrest and the Hamp with 'em (six)
Got a lot of sticks, you can get stamped with 'em (on God)
Tryna mediate the beef, you get found with 'em (straight up)
All these chains, rest in peace to Harriet Tubman (Harriet Tubman)
Niggas broke 'cause they doin' too much clubbin' (too much clubbin')
Cashed out on all my cards 'cause I'm stubborn ('cause I'm stubborn)
Zone 6 against the world, that's how I'm comin' (how I'm comin')
I came out the womb, I was thuggin' (straight up)
Ain't no fistfights, niggas uppin' (straight up)
Rappers say they want smoke but they bluffin' (on God)
When you see 'em face-to-face, it ain't nothin' (straight up)
Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (a rock)
Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (pop, pop)
The body in that casket was a opp (21)
I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
Balenciaga boxers and the socks (on God)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (yacht)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht
You know, I was racin' down the highway earlier today
Ridin' down 20
I happened to see a nigga I robbed back in the day
You know what? He was happy to see me

10 freaky underage girls he talking about

Fvckin' fire broo!

I was racing down the highway ...