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Dead Wrong
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Dead Wrong foi lançado em 18 de abril de 2025 por CM Records como parte do álbum Dead Wrong - Single
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Data de lançamento18 de abril de 2025
SeloCM Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM80

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Casey Fredericksen
Casey Fredericksen
Harmonias vocais
Santiago Baptiste
Santiago Baptiste
Harmonias vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Casey Fredericksen
Casey Fredericksen
Composição
Santiago Baptiste
Santiago Baptiste
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Casey Fredericksen
Casey Fredericksen
Produção
Santiago Baptiste
Santiago Baptiste
Coprodução

Letra

Alright
Yeah, hop in the booth, let loose, just something that I do
Been doing it for a minute, so I ain't nothing new
I ain't painting the perfect image, so music's what I chose, what I do
Trynna gather my thoughts, they runnin' loose, woah
Yeah, one thing is that I pick and then I chose
I'm on loose reigns, man they ain't stoppin' what I do
I am too strange, eleven Techa Nina troops
It's a new name that's hoppin' up inside the booth
Yeah, I'll tell you where I'm not
Look, stop, X marks the spot
I'll show what I got, look, drop, I'm shootin' shots
I'll send em runnin' hot to the cops, I run this block
I'm in shock, when I pull the trigger back, the hammer knocks, woah
This a theme song, I run the street song, ha
Got my heat song, shit hot as can be song
This a theme song, I run the street song, ha
Got my heat song, shit hot as can be song
Hot as can be, I see exactly what you mean
I been hungry for weeks, for beats, been stressing 'bout my cheese
Say less, I got what you need, for you S.M.B
It's a feast, full table, we gon' eat, no sleep, no rest
No stress dawg, I know you obsessed dawg
Trynna be the best, you gon' make a killing, red paws
Press pause, flash on, 'cause they gawking hard
I'm a press on, stay charged, turn them cameras off
Y'all are dead wrong
**** actin' when talkin, that shit I been on
**** actin' retarded, my shit a been dumb
I'm a make 'em a target, this shit is red rum
Ring em out, red rum, red rum
Sick enough to say it, treat it like some bread crumbs
All you mumbling, fumbling words, dead bums
Ain't nobody fucking with you like some bed bugs
Put my foot up on they neck, we up next, huh
When I get put on stage, I send a message
When I pull out a page, they get desperate
When I talk about wage, I get inspected
What the fuck is that?
I spit about it every time when I write my raps
I think about it every time, 'till my cash just stacks
I'm working double time, I want it twice as bad
I always kept a heater on me when I got colder hands, that's how it goes
This a theme song, I run the street song, ha
Got my heat song, shit hot as can be song
This a theme song, I run the street song, ha
Got my heat song, shit hot as can be
Aye, double cross me, only way u get X'd, woah
I'm the factor that can't compete with
I'm as hot as a sauna, but yet I'm cold as a blizz
You know that changing temp's only way they feel it
Y'all are dead wrong
Yeah, now watch me flip a switch
Taking and talking 'bout all my money, bitch I'm sick of this
Flaking and stated what you wanted ****, now get a grip
I'm a selfish ****, I want more, give me this and this
Aye, crown of thorns, like it's Kenny, bitch I'm killing kids
This shit is heavy, like a corpse when I wield a diss
At the morgue, 'nother body, it's some simple shit
More than a hobby, man you don't know who y'all dealing with
Dead wrong
**** actin' when talkin, that shit I been on
Dead wrong
**** actin' when talkin, that shit I- been on
Y'all are dead wrong
Written by: Casey Fredericksen, Santiago Baptiste
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