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Malibu
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Malibu wurde am 17. April 2026 von Truly als Teil des Albums Malibu - Single veröffentlicht
17. April 2026
LabelTruly
SpracheEnglish
BPM134
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

Yo' this Asighlem and you just sold your soul ****
Seoul Season, Seoul Season
Took a flight to Malibu, I just touched down, had to go and call my shooter
Yeah, Undercover on my denim, that's a blue strip
Yeah, I'm gon' pop out, I might go ahead and shoot ya'
Yeah, skinny bitch, but she so ugly like Medusa
Yeah, I been puffin' off this shit, I'm off a hookah
Call up Selena, told this bitch, that I'm gon' do ya'
Wake up, counting hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, only blue strips
They said 80k for a deal, still a roadrunner
I met a nepo baby 'ting, she ain't got no father
She tried to sign me to the Jews, just so I could fuck her
Yeah, I took a mission to the loot, so I went and dubbed her
Bitch got me on a flight to LA, talkin' about go sell your soul (Buh-buh-buh-buh)
Yeah, I'll go ahead and sell my so— (Buh-buh-buh)
I'm at the crib, got two phones, AP Skelly on my watch, that shit two-tone
Yeah, my prod just cooked this beat up with no headphones
Ain't window-shopping, I ain't never do no bank loan
Took a flight to Malibu, I just touched down, had to go and call my shooter
Yeah, Undercover on my denim, that's a blue strip
Yeah, I'm gon' pop out, I might go ahead and shoot ya'
Took a flight to Malibu, I just touched down, had to go and call my shooter
Yeah, Undercover on my denim, that's a blue strip
Yeah, I'm gon' pop out, I might go ahead and shoot ya'
Yeah, skinny bitch, but she so ugly like Medusa
Yeah, I been puffin' off this shit, I'm off a hookah
Call up Selena, told this bitch, that I'm gon' do ya'
Wake up, counting hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, only blue strips
They said 80k for a deal, still a roadrunner
I met a nepo baby 'ting, she ain't got no father
She tried to sign me to the Jews, just so I could fuck her
Yeah, I took a mission to the loot, so I went and dubbed her
Bitch got me on a flight to LA, talkin' about go sell your soul (Buh-buh-buh-buh)
Yeah, I'll go ahead and sell my soul (Buh-buh-buh)
I'm at the crib, got two phones, AP Skelly on my watch, that shit two-tone
Yeah, my prod just cooked this beat up with no headphones
Ain't window-shopping, I ain't never do no bank loan
Written by: Seane Molina

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