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Never Been Actor
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Rap
Never Been Actor fue publicado el 21 de febrero de 2025 por New 11 Records como parte del álbum DERTY
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ÁlbumDERTY
Fecha de lanzamiento21 de febrero de 2025
SelloNew 11 Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM64

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Li N.O.
Li N.O.
Performer
Marquis Davidson
Marquis Davidson
Rap, Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marquis Davidson
Marquis Davidson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Li N.O.
Li N.O.
Producer

Letras

(Huh, just)
(Uh, uh)
(You can, you can)
Ayy, ayy, uh
She tryna fuck with a chopper
I told her I'm more than a rapper
Shawty kept callin' my phone
I fuck when I get out the door
Go and fuck with you after
In the street, lil' mama on platin'
She give me tips, man, I don't gotta ask her
Watchin' my ho, gotta close that back door
He tried to slime me, I'm killin' the pimp
Real street ****, I never been out
Just stay down, fuck my bud, just Dior
I ain't gon' catch you, you like I was poor
But me and my ****, we used to keep doors
If you was horny, I'd probably put fire to your face
'Fore I made you get down on the floor
**** type fake, but dirty, stay real
And come with receipts, I don't get no awards
Ayy, I was insane on the plug
But my lil' lady's just good with the swords
Fuck **** playin', I'm feedin' them slugs
Still in the field, ****, I back team
Came out, you claim winnin', now you hurtin' legs
Why in the fuck my dad save two hundred some?
'Cause I don't even be in the Range
Girl, I was broke 'cause them **** was shootin' at us
Had a fire in his hand, he ain't bustin'
I ain't ever say dirty, couldn't be killed
****, I was just sayin', I ain't goin' for nothin'
Baby girl askin' me how I feel
I respond to the bitch like I need some more money
Tried to quit weed, now I'm back on the pills
I had to tell OG I'm really a jerk
I ain't fightin' that shit
In Tennessee servin' the time
Got out of line, so I made a **** bite that switch
Paper my cut like a Viking
Let mama trip, but she hikin', that's not my bitch
I don't wanna fuck with the brilin'
****, I came from the trap, so I roll in my wreath
Up from the hill, not a fighter
****, I ain't need my kind, we were really hittin' leaves
Ayy, uh, she tried to fuck with the trap
I taught her I'm more than a rapper
Shawty kept callin' my phone
I fuck when I get out the door, I'ma fuck what you after
In the street, lil' mama plottin'
She give me ten, but I don't gotta ask her
Watchin' my home, gotta close that back door
He tried to slam it, I'm killin' the passenger
Real street ****, I never been out there
Stayed down, fuck my boss, she Dior
I ain't gon' catch it, you like I was poor
But me and my ****, we used to kick doors
If you was hoes, then I'd probably put fire to your face
'Fore I made you get down on the floor
**** turned fake, but dirty, stay real
And I'm comin' with seats, I don't get no awards
(I don't get no awards, ****)
Written by: Marquis Davidson
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