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Meow

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Meow è stato pubblicato il 13 agosto 2026 da Yeniville come parte dell'album Love Letter 2

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumLove Letter 2

Data di uscita13 agosto 2026

EtichettaYeniville

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM146

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Yeniville

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mani

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mani

Producer

Testi

Yeah, okay (Brr)

Got the squad with me, what you want? (Brr)

Why this blunt kickin' like a punt? (Brr)

Bitch, I'm leaned up, I ain't drunk (Okay)

First place, never runner-up (No, no)

This chop got tits and they double cups (Yeah)

This yart just hit, I got bubble guts

Yeah-yeah, is we finna fuck or what? (Like what?)

On a beat, a **** strut (Okay)

I-I got green, so I test the luck

Bright red beam, aiming that kid up (Shit, shit)

He got lined, guess who set it up

You gon' talk, federal as fuck (Boom, boom)

This real za, medical my blunt

He got popped, never let him up, yeah-yeah

When the za hit, it just might KO

I got Wock', bitch, inside a Faygo

I-I'm on my god shit, bitch, I'm like Kratos (Yeah-yeah)

And I'm too locked, bitch, so I'm like Teo (Shit)

I'm in the game, but I don't play though

Yeah, it's my time, yeah, it's my takeover (Yeah)

Look in my eyes and she can't say no (Yeah, yeah)

Packin' my fries, you're like Bojangles, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Don't hate any **** like Catapult

I'm a GOAT, young ****, you had to know (Shit, shit)

It don't take much for me to bag your ho

You ain't going far 'cause you lackin' a passion, bro

Man, I put this shit on like fashion show

And I work hard, so I'ma brag the most

Online smoke, I ain't worried 'bout tags and posts

On my dick, go ahead, you can gag and choke

Yeah, yeah, I like this, I like this

Damn, okay

On the beat, got a **** speakin' fluent

I'm money make, yeah, this bread got me improvin' (Boom, boom)

Don't hesitate, when I see the shot, I shoot it

I meditate, manifested my delusion (Okay)

Man, I rap this shit and do it (Uh-huh)

Break her heart like I'm the cruelest (Shit)

They like, "Skyte, you rappin' too fast"

Shut the fuck up and open up your ears

She wanna fuck now, but, back then, I was weird (Yeah, yeah)

My power is "hit your ho, then disappear" (Yeah, yeah)

Ain't got no straw hat, but I'm switchin' through these gears

They see me like, "Ain't see you in some years" (What?)

I can't hit a pussy where I gotta clear (Huh?)

She see my dick and now she lookin' feared

(Like what? Like what? Like what? Like what?)

I might eat up that cat and fuck 'round, grow a beard (Like)

They found his body in the Lake Lanier (Like)

I had that shawty and my brothers cheer

The-these **** pussy, they don't persevere

I don't even like when broke **** near

Fuck 'bout a glick, I chuck 'em with a spear

And it's street, boy, you get killed like a deer

Bitch (Yeah, yeah)

Fu-fuck around, hit a cat, make it go (Like, what? Like, what? Like, what?)

Fu-fuck around, hit a cat, make it go (Okay, okay, okay)

Yeah, yeah

Fuck around, hit a cat, make it go (What?)

Fuck around, hit a cat, make it go (Okay)

Fuck around, hit a cat, make it go (Shit, shit, shit)

Fuck around, hit a cat, make it go (Boom)

Fuck around, hit a cat, make it go (Let's go)

Fuck around, hit a cat, make it go (Goddamn)

Fuck around, hit a cat, make it go (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

I'm a GOAT in this shit if you didn't know

With your bitch, doin' shit I ain't did before

If you need proof, here, I got the video

I can play a lil' **** like a banjo (Oh my fucking god)

Yeah, okay (Brr)

Got the squad with me, what you want? (Brr)

Why this blunt kickin' like a punt? (Brr)

Bitch, I'm leaned up, I ain't drunk (Okay)

First place, never runner-up (No, no)

This chop got tits and they double cups (Yeah)

This yart just hit, I got bubble guts

Yeah-yeah, is we finna fuck or what? (Like what?)

On a beat, a **** strut (Okay)

I-I got green, so I test the luck

Bright red beam, aiming that kid up (Shit, shit)

He got lined, guess who set it up

You gon' talk, federal as fuck (Boom, boom)

This real za, medical my blunt

He got popped, never let him up, yeah-yeah

'Kay, woo

Written by: Cameron Charles McEachern

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