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CLIMAX
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CLIMAX è stato pubblicato il 23 luglio 2026 da 10k come parte dell'album MADLIFE
AlbumMADLIFE
23 luglio 2026
Etichetta10k
LinguaEnglish
BPM73
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

[Intro]
I ain't too pressed about this broke ho, I step
I got two whips to hit your— uh
[Verse 1]
I ain't too pressed about this broke ho, I step
I got two whips to hit your four-door out west
Did I stutter? My clip go duh-duh, hit his chest
But I wonder do you still love me like the rest?
I got money, bitch, when you see me, don't you stress
Shout out Sonny, the clouds we seen could cost success
My snot runny, I slime a **** til he dead
Watch out, buddy
He was, uh, ballin' like a sport
Bitch, how you ballin'? You ain't even put your Spalding on the court
I made a hundred thousand off the porch
I made a hundred thousand, tryna go from public housing to a Porsche
We ran into our goals 'cause we was poor
He ran into my bros, fakin' like he was a force, we leave him torched
I flip this fuckin' AR, leave him scorched
I flip this fuckin' AR, take a **** off the radar from the source
I'm up the way with foenem on the four
I'm up the way with foenem on the third
**** play, we leave a corpse
I put his baby mama through the floor
Was lovin' when it's war, I know **** who can't club or hit the store
We Hellcat bendin', watch your whore
With Q, that's big business, **** see the Draco spittin' from the door
It's fully automatic, take the score
Was less when we got more
I'm with Jale, need some drink that I could pour
I'm on the phone with Mike and we on tour
All in a ****'s city, we gon' need another Sprite when we touch yours
8712 where I was born
Like eighty-seven shells fell out the sword, we got bales and we got more
We tap a **** head, he think he Thor
This hammer on me sledge right out the drawer
She want a cape, I never wore it
This bitch, she want my time, she better adore it
I'm trappin', ain't got clean to write a chorus
Servin' fiends right off of Forest, ****, on bruh
Written by: John Latimer
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