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Da Message
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Da Message foi lançado em 10 de novembro de 2023 por Lit records como parte do álbum On1
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ÁlbumOn1
Data de lançamento10 de novembro de 2023
EditoraLit records
IdiomaEnglish
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BPM63

DESCRIÇÃO GERAL

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Vídeo de música

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Camron Dion Hinton
Camron Dion Hinton
Songwriter

Letra

Cam
Y'all **** know what the fuck going on man
Really just be chilling man, getting to the money
But these **** want a response
So here you go, you heard me
These fuck **** lame, tryna finesse on lit cam
I'ma charge this shit straight to the game, they hate on my name
I do this shit for the money, not cars, not clothes or fame
Gotta stick when I pop out, we bringing the pain
Missing no target, we shooting with aim
My only response, it come with a bang
Im having motion, u should do the same
Try to score know, we slapping, she straight out the paint
Forever on point, what the fuck do you think
On the beach in Biloxi, Im pouring up drink
Fuckin' your bitch, made ha squirt in the sink
Counting up 20, just left from the bank
You mad cause I do what I want, and you can't
I never been dumb, I'm as smart as you think
hang with the devil protected by saints
swear these **** capped out
If I see you in public, lil' **** get slapped out
I'm bringing the cash out
he was hollinn bout smoke, but the **** got ashed out
They say its a blackout
We ain't tripping, got Glock with the beam, it's a flash out
33 shots on me Jerry Stackhouse, off the Perc and , I'm beating her back out
Tryna stay way from bringing the mask out
Got hit with that heat, made him pass out
This ain't an AR-15, it's a blackout
They just like, fucking with me, till I spaz out
Say these **** pretend
He dropped a diss on the Monday, but ain't see the weekend
been in that water, I jumped in the deep end
Die by respect, Ill sit in the precinct
Sitting out shots, we ain't never on defense
Went bought a loft, just to fuck off and freak in
Ain't no cap, I'm as hard as the cement
Boy, you ain't strong, need to go eat some wheat thins
Ain't no cap in my rap, I'ma keep me a strap
And the fuck **** Mad cause my name on the map
If He said that he spent, swear to God, that shit cap
These fuck **** lame Tryna finesse on lit cam, I'ma charge this shit
Straight to the gang, they hate on my name
I do this shit for the money, not cars, not clothes or fame
got a stick , when I pop out, we bringing the pain
Missing no target, we shooting with aim
My only response, it come with a bang
Im having motion you should do the same
Tryna score know we slapping shit straight out the paint
Forever on point, what the fuck do you think
On the beach in Biloxi I'm pouring up drink
Fuckin' your bitch, made her squirt in the sink
Counted up 20 just left from the bank you Mad
Cause I do what I want and you cant i never
Been dumb Im as smart as u think, Hang with the
Devil protected by saints
Im Forever on point , what the fuck do you think
On the beach in Biloxi Im pouring up drink
Fuckin' your bitch, made her squirt in the sink
Counted up twenty just left from the bank
You mad, cause I do what I want, and you can't
I never been dumb, I'm as smart as you think
Hang with the devil, protected by saint
Hang with the devil, protected by saint
Written by: Camron Dion Hinton

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