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Who Wouldn't
232
Hip-Hop/Rap
Who Wouldn't è stato pubblicato il 20 maggio 2026 da Play Frvr LLC come parte dell'album More to the Story
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Data di uscita20 maggio 2026
EtichettaPlay Frvr LLC
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PM FRVR
PM FRVR
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dejon Birdsong
Dejon Birdsong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
cristianmadeit
cristianmadeit
Producer
LqThaBanker
LqThaBanker
Producer

Testi

Ayy
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
They tried to count me out, fucked around and lost count
I got motion down south, catch a play, I make it count
She twenty-eight, my little ounce, forty-eight, I'm in and out
Ohio plates, the interstate, Ja'Marr Chase, I'm runnin' routes
It's safe to say it's not a drought, she wanna lace in her the sprouts
See how I play it, I got favorites, I just like to make my rounds
Cold-blooded, Goyard luggage, you gotta love it
I can't pick a side, I might just hit her where I shouldn't
September, she just fallin' for a ****, but who wouldn't?
Like to keep her low like a footy
These back shots make her play dead like she Woody
Opinions never matter when you get up on your bully
Baby gettin' bad and she just went and grabbed the booty
I heard about you ****, y'all still think they got the cooties
Coochie on my sweater, livin' life just like a movie
Of course I do it better, I'm the influence
I preach play forever 'cause it got a ring to it
Car super clean, got a bling to it
She like, "What you mean?" so I had to reword it
One thing about them tables, baby, they gon' keep turnin'
But one thing that's gon' stay the same is PM's gonna keep earnin'
How's your day-to-day?
Every day my birthday, shit, I might just bake a cake
But I don't do the carbs, shit, I'd rather eat a steak
And if you play your cards, shit, you better have that ace
She wouldn't say this to my face, you know?
I hear you, I hear you
You gon' have to show me that though
You know what I'm sayin'?
They tried to count me out, fucked around and lost count
I got motion down south, catch a play, I make it count
She twenty-eight, my little ounce, forty-eight, I'm in and out
Ohio plates, the interstate, Ja'Marr Chase, I'm runnin' routes
It's safe to say it's not a drought, she wanna lace in her the sprouts
See how I play it, I got favorites, I just like to make my rounds
Cold-blooded, Goyard luggage, you gotta love it
I can't pick a side, I might just hit her where I shouldn't
I can't pick a side, I might just hit her where I shouldn't
Written by: Dejon Birdsong
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