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Most Wanted
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Hip-Hop
Most Wanted è stato pubblicato il 22 aprile 2026 da No More Heroes, LLC/Santa Anna come parte dell'album Most Wanted - Single
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Data di uscita22 aprile 2026
EtichettaNo More Heroes, LLC/Santa Anna
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM82

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyy Walk
Babyy Walk
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Babyy Walk
Babyy Walk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shaax
Shaax
Producer

Testi

Fuck them shoes, fuck those socks with the bell on it
Fuck your gay ass fairy faggot accent, fuck them cheap ass cigars
Fuck your yuck mouth teeth, fuck your hair piece
Fuck your chocolate, fuck Guy Ritchie
Fuck Prince William, fuck the Queen, this is America
My president is black and my Lambo is blue ****
Now get the fuck out my hotel room
And if I see you in the street, I'm slapping the shit outta ya
Picture, here's the backdrop
**** on the block with a sock full of rocks
My intuition feels me, look up to God
First ****, one last ****, this is God
I heard these **** they keep on dissing
Fuck shorty ass, be down to nine
**** grab my gun and grab my ski
Leave the phones at home when it's time to slap
Yo ass might not survive
But it ain't none of that, but it ain't your time
Bello chopped and split his mouth
He was talking that money but banked with time
I need at least a hundred million on some guns before I sign
Get up dunk his ass in my prime
He thought he was safe, but not this time
I'm trying to catch the **** down bad
Life but fooling his mind
Switch these pennies all year for dollars
Shorty from nine, ain't nothing but a crime (yeah)
I don't know why **** keep saying
He's bucked for bodies that should be capped (should be capped)
Them **** ain't enough
Get back when Duke alright let's see who next (who next)
Put his dumb ass right to the test
The bullets was burning I'm seeing his flesh
Put money on it I bet he tacky
And it still fucks the drill he died in the rack
These **** not up on the crown
They lying around trying to get y'all head (y'all head)
Trying to do ya that shit dead
I'm bucked for war up right to his head
I'ma get it I need my bread
They ain't doing no talk we said what he said (yeah)
12 years old trying to work that lip
I was nine years old, I'm going to the fifth (fifth)
I hurt these **** they keep on
Fuck shorty ass be down tonight, ****, grab my gun and grab my skeevy
The phone's out home when it's time to slide
Your ass might not survive, but it ain't nothin' to add, but it ain't your time
Ball out choppin', split his mind, he was talkin"bout money, but back with time
I need at least a hundred million on some guns before I sign
Get up, dunk his ass in my prime, he thought he was safe, but not this time
I'm tryna catch a **** down bad, 'bout life before his mind
Switch these pennies all year for dollars, shorty from now ain't enough to date crimes
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Written by: Babyy Walk
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