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artist
M.D.B
Crafted
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Crafted został wydany 10 kwietnia 2026 przez M.D.B jako część albumu California Love
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AlbumCalifornia Love
Data wydania10 kwietnia 2026
WytwórniaM.D.B
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM75

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TEKST UTWORU

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MDB
MDB
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Drain Jr.
Anthony Drain Jr.
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thorrin Liggans
Thorrin Liggans
Producer

Tekst Utworu

M.D.B (Yea)
Uh Um (Aye Yaq)
Yea (Yea)
(You already know what the fuck we doin', Boy)
Boy (already know how the fuck we goin', Boy)
Uh
(See you already know we in the big Sac, Boy)
(You already know we had to touchdown in Sac Town, Boy)
(You already know we got to touchdown in the city too, Boy)
(Shout out Cali, Boy)
Yea (You already know what the fuck it do, Boy)
Uh (It's M.D.B we back in the booth, Boy)
Ok it's time I start draggin', I'm farther than a has been
You **** straight pussy to a ****, get a CT scan
I'm flyer than the carpet I walk on but not Aladdin
That Jimmy Choo fragrance with that Donna Karen fashion
Know them bitches can't help it
Know I'm too selfish
A big time hustler
I could sell the shelf, Bitch
You can't fool a ****, fuck I look like gettin' catfished
Boujee ass ****
I'm only eatin' salmon
She say she love my talent
She said my lips arouse her
She want me in her panties
Tryna get in my trousers
She don't know too much about me
But she know that I'm a rapper
I don't do a whole of actin'
But I know how to play my part
Fuck the beat now it's a bastard
It get trashed just like some garbage
In the booth like Michael Angelo, the way I made an artist
Get the "Deuce" like my name Bigalow
I don't even wanna fuck yah
Put that sister on a ****, I'll be Undercover Brother, ****
If I still had my whip, I would've burnt rubber in it
Know I been the big tax spender, I ain't penny pinchin'
You could tear a **** ass apart it ain't no sucker in me
I be comin' back to back with hits, know they ain't fuckin' with me
Told them bitches "I ain't got no friends," they know my bubble empty
Pour that drank inside my soda, fizzy, make me feel lil' tipsy
White girl got a ass just like she Becky, throw it like she Nicki
Told that Hoe "You know I can't get with you 'less your face got piercings"
On the beat you know I fuckin' smoke just like a fuckin' incense
They don't get it, they don't get it, Boy
I said
Bad bitch I had them
Traffic I passed them
**** think they on my status, stuck on average
**** think they on my status, can't count percentage
**** think they on my status and I'm in Cali
They ain't fuckin' with me, Boy
Rollin' up, I'm smokin' on this Bob Marley, Boy
I wrapped it in this leaf, Boy
And they ain't fuckin' with me, Boy
Ok it's time I start draggin', I'm farther than a has been
You **** straight pussy to a ****, get a CT scan
I'm flyer than the carpet I walk on but not Aladdin
That Jimmy Choo fragrance with that Donna Karen fashion
Know them bitches can't help it
Know I'm too selfish
A big time hustler
I could sell the shelf, Bitch
You can't fool a ****, fuck I look like gettin' catfished
(I could get a bag, Bitch)
(Know I need a bag, Bitch)
(I'm tryna get rich)
(Know I'm on a mission, Hoe)
(You know what the business is)
Written by: Anthony Drain Jr.

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