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ded
Hip-Hop/Rap
ded fue lanzado el 10 de enero de 2026 por Saint como parte del álbum The weeping Prophet
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Fecha de lanzamiento10 de enero de 2026
Sello discográficoSaint
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM70

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
soul thesaint
soul thesaint
Rap
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
soul thesaint
soul thesaint
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
wontchoke
wontchoke
Producción

Letra

And sometimes at night I wake up wishin' I was dead
And you act like you don't know you fuckin' up my head
Baby, why you take my soul ain't take my heart instead
You know I got extra loafs, up on me, I got lots of bread
Why you tryna beef, okay, you actin' like I've been dead
You say you want me, okay, but act like it's him instead
Pillow, talk too much, okay, shawty, you somethin' like fed
I can't cry at night, my lil' cousin locked up, uncle dead
If they talk shit, I'm gon' spin, I don't care what my bros say
All she do is shop and suck on dick, so don't care what a ho say
Rock designer fits, I'm spendin' bricks, yeah, that's till my son 40
Hate to be her man, know, she a fan, just by the way she blow, mes
Yeah, pocket stuff for 4.P.F, baby, I ain't baby
Know my name is Saint, but I sin way too much hope the lord save me
Spend it all on you just like I won the lottery
Baby, I hope you know that you mean a lot to me
And sometimes at night I wake up wishin' I was dead
And you act like you don't know you fuckin' up my head
Baby, why you take my soul ain't take my heart instead
You know I got extra loafs, up on me, I got lots of bread
Why you tryna beef, okay, you actin' like I've been dead
You say you want me, okay, but act like it's him instead
Pillow, talk too much, okay, shawty, you somethin' like fed
I can't cry at night, my lil' cousin locked up, uncle dead
If they talk shit, I'm gon' spin, I don't care what my bros say
All she do is shop and suck on dick, so don't care what a ho say
Rock designer fits, I'm spendin' bricks, yeah, that's till my son 40
Hate to be her man, know, she a fan, just by the way she blow, mes
Yeah, pocket stuff for 4.P.F, baby, I ain't baby
Know my name is Saint, but I sin way too much hope the lord save me
Spend it all on you just like I won the lottery
Baby, I hope you know that you mean a lot to me
Broke, my heart put that shit back together, give you it again
Fly as fuck, I don't care about the weather, I got flawless skin
And lil' shawty know she bad as fuck, that's why she rockin' skims
I've been goin' crazy, feel like ye bro, I just need my Kim
Yeah, C-D-G, S-A-I-N-T, bitch, know I got it, she wan be with me
First time that lil' hoe checked out my pockets, okay
Bitch, I'm six feet tall, okay, I'm just like my racks, stop it
Lil' bitch, I keep a big bank, roll on me, don't need no wallet
Written by: soul thesaint
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