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You Don't Exist
1,136
Hip-Hop/Rap
You Don't Exist was released on August 7, 2020 by Jay Rebel Music as a part of the album You Don't Exist - Single
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Release DateAugust 7, 2020
LabelJay Rebel Music
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cyraq
Cyraq
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cyrus Cezar
Cyrus Cezar
Songwriter
Dion Pajaziti
Dion Pajaziti
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beatsbyneco
Beatsbyneco
Producer

Lyrics

Like my first love I just had to let you know
Like my first love I just had to let you know
You like my first love I just had to let you know
I just had to let you know
You like my first love I just had to let you know
I gotta act like you don't exist, yeah
You see my hand in my jacket with my glick, yeah
We was broke we was tryna hit a lick, yeah
Like a trained dog .40 make a **** sit, yeah
Boy don't walk up on me, you don't know me
Boy I told you that these opp **** police
I shoot back you might die tryna smoke me
I'm really out here I just need you to hold me
I walk in and see opps I'ma shoot the party up
Like a dead opp, backwood I'ma spark it up
EBK we go hard and you not hard to us
All my brothers quick to shoot, ****, better guard us
Empty the clip soon as you pull up, yeah
We poppin' **** gotta keep a tool tuck
Tryna keep up with the gang you gon' lose us
**** hatin', sticky bomb cause I blew up
Pull up crash and we blast at yo face, yeah
Desert Eagle lemme find out you a snake, yeah
**** play we gon' find him in the lake, yeah
I might catch a body then beat a case, yeah
I gotta act like you don't exist, yeah
You see my hand in my jacket with my glick, yeah
We was broke we was tryna hit a lick, yeah
Like a trained dog .40 make a **** sit, yeah
Boy don't walk up on me, you don't know me
Boy I told you that these opp **** police
I shoot back you might die tryna smoke me
I'm really out here I just need you to hold me
You like my first love I just had to let you know
Hide the 12 on me, I just had to let you go
I'm too paranoid I just had to let it blow
I know you mad cause I got some cash and you broke, yeah
I got a glizzy and some gas, who want smoke?
How the fuck this **** die? 'Cause he broke
Dead prostitution **** die in this hoe
Like fifty shots in this .9 in this hoe
I just wanted you to understand
You can't be out here being friendly with another man
You wanna be my girlfriend, you can't have brothers then
That's my bitch and I'ma killer so don't talk to them
We spinnin' back to back a **** sent some shots at us
We be stalkin' if it's smoke then we poppin' up
I'm Cyraq from the pogue boy I got a bus
**** we got beef and we not tryna chop it up
I gotta act like you don't exist, yeah
You see my hand in my jacket with my glick, yeah
We was broke we was tryna hit a lick, yeah
Like a trained dog .40 make a **** sit, yeah
Boy don't walk up on me, you don't know me
Boy I told you that these opp **** police
I shoot back you might die tryna smoke me
I'm really out here I just need you to hold me
Written by: Cyrus Cezar, Dion Pajaziti
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