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Winter Time
80
Hip-Hop/Rap
Winter Time foi lançado em 31 de dezembro de 2025 por Villainswashere como parte do álbum Winter Time - Single
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Data de lançamento31 de dezembro de 2025
EditoraVillainswashere
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM96

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Detwan Love
Detwan Love
Rap, Lead Vocals
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Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Detwan Love
Detwan Love
Composer
Detwan Maurice Love
Detwan Maurice Love
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Ron
Lil Ron
Producer

Letra

(Alright, Ron)
Ooh-ooh-weee (Huh, hey, hey, hey, hmm)
Yeah
(Trappin' ain't dead, **** scared, they just makin' this shit worse for us)
Ooh-wee
Trappin' ain't dead, these **** scared, they just makin' shit worst for us
I don't want no handouts, I rather work for it
You ain't got no other way to hustle? Do a verse for it
My life is very difficult, don't even be concerned
**** ratted, wrote me from the joint, I let that shit burn
I ain't never hated on no ****, I waited my turn
I'm always gon' drop another four before I break the pint
All night hustlin', I think trap the only way of life
I got girl sales, I think I'ma let her stay the night
I'ma shop around 'til it's a sweet number on Kelly price
This Pyrex, I can make a movie, they gon' say I'm Spike
Y'all ain't **** I can really call on when it's gettin' tight
They spot sloppy, they won't make through another night
I miss my baby Blocko, we gon' catch up in another life (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Every time I close my eyes, I see you
Want me to change to get you, it's all true
I turned my back on you when you needed me, I'm sorry
I just want loyalty, can you show it?
Come for my soul tonight
I don't know what it is 'bout you, you either get to me
If this rap shit don't work, I'm cookin'—, it ain't shit to me
In the kitchen gettin' groovy with a stockpot
I was in Vegas, I ain't see nothin' but wholes to sale
Don't bring your bitch around me if you know she can't see 'em
He ain't go no chain on, bitches still know I'm him
If I want a **** head-tapped, I'm sendin' 'em the word
They don't know 'bout my trap life like Phineas and Ferb
How the fuck I live the thug life if I call off a purge?
In the trap just like Payton Manning callin' out a bird
I'll never let 'em see my flaws, I think it's a race
Lil' brodie wrestle with the dog, it's like MMA
Told cutty he can call my phone when it make it safe
Another call for another B a quarter after 8
I'm super fly, drop another eight before I board the plane
Boy, I been watchin' the Irish fight before a Norte Dame
I'm like fuck it, let's get dumb high, the story for the day
They don't know about my one mix, leave snorters on the plate
I think I lost my one plug, but I don't need him
Sometimes you gotta cut the noose off when you ain't eatin'
I step on the dog and get a deuce off like Derek Jeter
I can call the plug and get a boy-girl, they share a visa
I'm the type to get the two to 'em through a paralegal
Ooh-wee
Trappin' ain't dead, these **** scared, they just makin' shit worst for us
I don't want no handouts, I rather work for it
You ain't got no other way to hustle? Do a verse for it
My life is very difficult, don't even be concerned
**** ratted, wrote me from the joint, I let that shit burn
I ain't never hated on no ****, I waited my turn
I'm always gon' drop another four before I break the pint
All night hustlin', I think trap the only way of life
I got girl sales, I think I'ma let her stay the night
I'ma shop around 'til it's a sweet number on Kelly price
This Pyrex, I can make a movie, they gon' say I'm Spike
Y'all ain't **** I can really call on when it's gettin' tight
They spot sloppy, they won't make through another night
I miss my baby Blocko, we gon' catch up in another life
Written by: Detwan Love
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