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Stt Laurentt
Dead Wrong
710
Hip-Hop/Rap
Skladba Dead Wrong vyšla 31. ledna 2025 ZXL Records / PBS Entertainment na albu Trapstars Need Love
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AlbumTrapstars Need Love
Datum vydání31. ledna 2025
ŠtítekZXL Records / PBS Entertainment
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM62

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stt Laurentt
Stt Laurentt
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Laurent Formica
Laurent Formica
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aiden Lair
Aiden Lair
Producer
2probeats
2probeats
Mixing Engineer

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It hurt though, I haven't learnt though
This ain't the first hoe I shoulda learnt bro
Is this a curse hoe why does it hurt though? yeah
I'm finding out I need patience
Yeah, I won't put your name in my next song
My homie gon' spray at your neck wrong
They check on my wrist and it's two-tone
Pull up in a off-white V-lone
That's bad, but I like the danger
Every day I be trappin' with strangers
I'm tired, I'm locked in these cages
Way we livin, it's just like a matrix
Herman Miller, I got what I'm sittin' on
I be chillin, I'm trappin' not fentanyl
Everything be a vibe, it's mental
Pay cash, I didn't get the rental
That's cap, I know that it hurt ya
I think that bitch outta Persia
I cannot buy you no purse nah
You were cappin' on me when it hurt nuh
No, no, no
I was tryna find my mind
Shit takes time
It hurt though I haven't learned though
It's a curse though, why am I hurt though?
I seen the first hoe I should've learnt though (nah nah nah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Forty-five on my neck, forty-five on my bitch)
Sixty-five bands
I just spent it no advance
Hunnid K up in the music
I feel like I'm gonna lose it
They sayin' Stt you doin' well
My shit deeper than a well
Through the fakes, fame, chains, violence
It'll never treat me well
I won't put your name in my next song
My homie gon' spray at your neck wrong
They check on my wrist and it's two-tone
Pull up in a off-white V-lone
That's bad, but I like the danger
Every day I be trappin' with strangers
I'm tired, I'm locked in these cages
Way we livin, it's just like a matrix
I won't put your name in my next song
My homie gon' spray at your neck wrong
They check on my wrist and it's two-tone
Pull up in a off-white V-lone
That's bad, but I like the danger
Every day I be trappin' with strangers
I'm tired, I'm locked in these cages
Way we livin, it's just like a matrix
It hurt though I haven't learnt though
It's a curse though, why am I hurt though?
I seen the first hoe, I shoulda learnt though, yeah
Well, I'm findin' out I need patience
Yeah, I'm findin' out I need patience
Written by: Laurent Formica

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