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P.S.A
Hip-Hop/Rap
P.S.A wurde am 6. Juni 2026 von Mel0tk als Teil des Albums P.S.A - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum6. Juni 2026
LabelMel0tk
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM164

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mel0tk
Mel0tk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mel0tk
Mel0tk
Lyrics
Kickdoe
Kickdoe
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mel0tk
Mel0tk
Producer

Songtexte

**SNOW**
Snow, a siren sounds like the goddess
Who promise endless apologies of paradise
And only she can make it right
So things are different
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No, no, I can’t talk
Dumbass tried to run
He trip and fell
We hot line him with chalk
I choose this road
I gotta walk
I choose these hands
I gotta commit
Dumbass tried to run
He trip and fell
And we hop out with sticks
I say standard clips
We got ones that go through bricks
I’m high as hell
I’m tired as shit
And I been toting on my blick
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I can’t trust nobody
It’s really fuck the world
It’s just me and my lover girl
Mary Jane
Go across the world
Thugging off the straight
We see the jakes
We gotta get away
Damn, there go the jakes
We gotta get away
Damn, there go the jakes
We gotta get away
Hit the shoulder
Then there go the jakes
We gotta get away
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The hoes outside
And they see us
We the young turnt ****
Walk a **** down
And some new high fashion
Now I got blood on my motherfucking Lavins
Hop out the back
Get to fucking them up
And the drac get to singing like Usher
The bitch don’t suck no dick
The bitch birthday coming up
The bitch can’t get no gift
So we in the car
With two bad freaks
One got button
And one got switch
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Y’all homie died
Stop making diss
That goofy ass ****
He resting in peace
Ain’t doing no beef
Ain’t doing no back and forth
That social beef
Get put underneath
Better watch how you talking
These 762s
Put you to sleep
I dunk me a **** like Vince
The drac let off like Victor Wemby
I come through the back
And I empty the clip extended
I was dumping bullets
Just beating his face
So I keep on punching
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That not your bitch
If that’s my ex
I said it one time
I’ma say it again
Terry Crews
Big ass arp
I’ma flex it
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OG keep begging suggestions
I then thought her son a lesson
Surely keep on counting your blessings
Bail out V
This shit get messy
I’m like bro
Come grab the wood
Hood up
This shit no good
Yea they found the gloves I had
But just like OJ
I ain’t do it
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Dumbass trying to get into
Who wanna bump with a bumper?
Little bitch
I’m the reaper
We gon send his ass to permanent slumber
Hold up bro
Don’t raise my window down
I’m hopping out the car
With the thunder
Thick bitch trying to fuck
She got that dum dum dum dumper
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Bitch I’m the dun da da
Turn this to a juke song
Come here baby
Shake that ass
Promise I can last long
180 up on the dash
Damn, I gotta get gone
Hit the shoulder
We gotta, we gotta get gone
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She say she like my fragrance
Bitch this za mixed with cologne
Dumbass tried to run
He trip and fell
And we had tapped his dome
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And I’m gone say that many times
Until they get it
I’m the that
Aight, look
I ain’t gone talk too much
Forget it
We gotta, we gotta get gone
We gotta, we gotta get gone
We gotta, we gotta get gone
We gotta, we gotta get gone
Written by: Kickdoe, Mel0tk
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