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FRAUD
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Hip-Hop
FRAUD은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2026년 4월 24일일에 ETRNL RECORDS에서 발매되었습니다.DONNA 2
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앨범DONNA 2
발매일2026년 4월 24일
라벨ETRNL RECORDS
언어English
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발랑스
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실연 아티스트
Softwilly
Softwilly
보컬
ORYX
ORYX
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Softwilly
Softwilly
가사
ORYX
ORYX
보컬 편곡가, 작곡가, 가사
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Softwilly
Softwilly
책임 프로듀서
ORYX
ORYX
프로듀서
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
마스터링 엔지니어
Mark "Exit" Goodchild
Mark "Exit" Goodchild
믹싱 엔지니어

가사

Yeah
You know I get it
Steppin outside if you with it
Fuck w me, boy
Ill have you trippin
I’m fitted
Talkin that shit through da phone
Come get it
Fraud bitch owned
Just know that I’m livid
Short lil shit
You fried
Smokin on a pack
Fuck that shit
Eat this nine
Runnin up racks
That’s day n night
You livin w ya mama
Oooo, son, I’m crine
Talkin bout u the guy
Makin all this bread you spend
Boy, it’s just rye
Just know you lie
So kneel down, son, bow your head
Then drink this wine
God aint make you right
Ain’t no better, but Lord
Please fix his height
Tweakin out
That’s fine
But tinker w my shit
Ain’t it
My switch gon fly
Oooo ooo oooo
Boy a fraud though
Just how it is
Oooo ooo oooo
I ain’t make the rules
Son, you ain’t legit
Oooo ooo oooo
Callin my phone up
Actin all pissed
Oooo ooo oooo
Boy just mad that
He ain’t got my bitch
I cannot fuck wit you
Why you left em for dead?
You’re not bulletproof
They done taught you the game
Now you snake em too
All that pussy shit
Lookin like Loony Toons
Makin goofy moves
You could never be up
Snaked out your gang
And you paid for the fuck
Got racks in the bag
You got nothin but dust
I worked for this shit
And now I be up
Can’t keep my distance
You all in my shit like a virus
I stand on my business
Ignore you regardless
My shooter got aimbot
He moves like a Dalek
Yeah, unload the clip
This a heavy ass stick
When im done
I dont even think we’ll recognise you
Talkin so much shit
That its makin me sick
All of the dollars, the guallas
At least they be honest
I speak for myself when I say that
I dont even fuck with you
Iced out my wrist and the coupe
That shit 2 of 2
Say that you’re true and you real
You ain’t got the proof
You just copy the style
You ain’t got the groove
On the net
You just type for the fame
But the pressure get high
And you start actin strange
If he gon talk on my name
I dont fuck wit you
Say it again, lil bitch
We don’t fuck with you
Yeah
You know I get it
Steppin outside if you with it
Fuck w me, boy
Ill have you trippin
I’m fitted
Talkin that shit through da phone
Come get it
Fraud bitch owned
Just know that I’m livid
Short lil shit
You fried
Smokin on a pack
Fuck that shit
Eat this nine
Runnin up racks
That’s day n night
You livin w ya mama
Oooo, son, I’m crine
Talkin bout u the guy
Makin all this bread you spend
Boy, it’s just rye
Just know you lie
So kneel down, son, bow your head
Then drink this wine
God aint make you right
Ain’t no better, but Lord
Please fix his height
Tweakin out
That’s fine
But tinker w my shit
Ain’t it
My switch gon fly
Written by: ORYX, Softwilly
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