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Boutta Die
Hip-Hop/Rap
Skladba Boutta Die vyšla 12. června 2026 Isabelle Records na albu Rest In Hell
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Datum vydání12. června 2026
ŠtítekIsabelle Records
JazykEnglish
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM80

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
loljulia
loljulia
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julia Anderson
Julia Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TameCheetah Beats
TameCheetah Beats
Producer
ProdByAbnormal
ProdByAbnormal
Producer
Chillznyc
Chillznyc
Producer
wspkartel
wspkartel
Producer
Gabriel Lewis
Gabriel Lewis
Producer

Texty

What, huh, huh
Mickey, ahh, duh, what
Izzie, yeah, okay, huh
We 'bout to die (Drrrrr)
Pour a four right in my Sprite
Got a bad bitch stayin' all night
She want me to play fight
Two wrongs don't make a right
Finna roll up a wood and high like a muhfuckin' kite
I know her pussy is tight, she want me in the clit
Imma get her to book me a flight
I'm finna take a lil' bite
**** hackin' the shit, gotta keep better track of a site
Water the plants, Imma watch it go up
She be all on my body I tell her what's up
**** thinkin' like stnz, oh my God, what the fuck
She a stupid ass bitch, she keep tryin' her luck
And the second I pull the alarm, better duck
I ain't playin' these games, she a dumbass slut
You a soft ass ho', I can tell you ain't tough
Gotta blow out the candle, this shit' gon be rough
Puffin' exotic ass dope (Exotic ass dope)
Why would I waste my time on a bum ass ho? (What the hell?)
Bitch, you ain't givin' no hope
Better kill yourself right now, better grab that rope (Grab it)
I used to run from the po'
**** don't know I freestyled this shit, I'm a goat
Clutchin' that shit, finna blow
I get tired of talkin' to ****, I'm not that woke
He wanna snitch, and nobody's aware
But that **** be scammin'
Two dumb hoes wanna look at each other
Bitch, I called your name, better speak or it's panic
**** be spammin' my phone 'bout the shit that was spread around school
But they lyin', like, damn it
I promise, if I really wanted to kill you
I would've been done it, your ass would've vanished (Like)
What the fuck?
I'm finna tweak in this shit, **** got me suspended from school
I should've beat your ass right there from the jump
But your nose would've made a blood pool
Talkin' that shit, but not speakin' to me
You be funny as hell, but your ass ain't cool
I promise if I call my girl on your ass
She would be in a cell, you ain't got no clue (Love you, bae)
I never made no song like this
Imma pop my shit, got me mad as a bitch
Why don't you shut the fuck up
And quit speakin' on shit that you clearly don't know?
You is sick
Soft ass bitch with a scammin' ass boy and two pick me hoes
And it's crazy yall switch
I would've been in the wrong if kick your ass in the mouth
And a bleeding ass lip
Fuck y'all ****
Huh, it's crazy, y'all **** talk shit about me
But don't wanna say shit to my face
Like, what the fuck?
I'm not that intimidating, ho, like?
Fuck them **** talkin' shit
Fuck y'all ****, fuck them allegations
I don't give a shit, come on
Written by: Julia Anderson
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