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They Don't
669
Hip-Hop/Rap
They Don't was released on February 1, 2019 by RCA/Since 93 as a part of the album Third Avenue
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Release DateFebruary 1, 2019
LabelRCA/Since 93
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM98

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo
Fredo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marvin Bailey
Marvin Bailey
Composer
Jagraj Bains
Jagraj Bains
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JB
JB
Producer
Mr Mennie
Mr Mennie
Recording Engineer
Dukus
Dukus
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They don't love you, bro
She might hug you loads
But she don't love you, no
I know that they don't love me though
[Verse 2]
You don't love me, no
You don't love me, bro
You said you'll visit me in jail
But you didn't come here, no
You don't love me, ho
You won't keep it one hundred
But you'll fuck me though
No, that ain't love, you know?
It's been a funny road
I met a ton of hoes
I don't want none of those
They love my money most
I'm in a foreign car
She said she want a star
But she ain't got no heart
No, that ain't love, you know?
[Verse 3]
And I don't love them back, I'm really done with that
The last eight weeks I spent a hundred stacks
So they really hate me and I really understand
But this was nothing planned, I had a couple grams, huh
I stabbed a couple man, no, I don't love the can
But I been in and out, my trap's gettin' so big that I been in and out
I had to peng us all a rack when we was in a drought
Pretty girl ring my phone up, now I'm in her mouth
Grabbers in the house, **** talk like it was smoke with the gang
That's why I broke Jovan's nose with my strap
He was short, more froze that my traps
Probably wonder if he spoke to the chaps
'Cause he shook like that
Yeah, I'm whippin' up a whole ki' of coke like that
Plus my girl wakes up on fleek, she's good like that
I'm in the hood like that, the hood don't love me though
[Verse 4]
You don't love me, no
You don't love me, bro
You said you'll visit me in jail
But you didn't come here, no
You don't love me, ho
You won't keep it one hundred
But you'll fuck me though
No, that ain't love, you know?
It's been a funny road
I met a ton of hoes
I don't want none of those
They love my money most
I'm in a foreign car
She said she want a star
But she ain't got no heart
No, that ain't love, you know?
[Verse 5]
I been back and forth, tryna get bricks off this youth
And the second that he drops them, I'm ditchin' him too
My friend, he talk right now, just picture my mood
He said he's my **** but tell me, is this the truth?
We mashed up that boy Dread in the prison for you
And they put back that boy's head with stitches or glue
I seen piles of cocaine that's bigger than yous
And there's nothing my youngins, they ain't willin' to do, nothing
[Verse 6]
Yo, it's fucked up livin'
I lost my ****, Young, and I can't buck up with him
Just visited my other dog, was locked up with him
For real, but he ain't yet learnt
Got a brick stretchin' with my best hand
Another brick wettin' up my left hand
My little pinky cost me ten grand
Touch it, you're a dead man
You'll go to sleep
Have most crackheads in Hertfordshire, they're phonin' me
[Verse 7]
You don't love me, no
You don't love me, bro
You said you'll visit me in jail
But you didn't come here, no
You don't love me, ho
You won't keep it one hundred
But you'll fuck me though
No, that ain't love, you know?
It's been a funny road
I met a ton of hoes
I don't want none of those
They love my money most
I'm in a foreign car
She said she want a star
But she ain't got no heart
No, that ain't love, you know?
Written by: Jagraj Bains, Marvin Bailey
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