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HVNSNT by DJ Mykael V (Feat. Foggieraw & Britton Rauscher)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Mykael V
DJ Mykael V
Performer
Foggieraw
Foggieraw
Performer
Britton Rauscher
Britton Rauscher
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Britton Rauscher
Britton Rauscher
Songwriter
Mykael Velez
Mykael Velez
Songwriter
Jesse Owusu
Jesse Owusu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jouce money
Jouce money
Producer
Mykael Velez
Mykael Velez
Producer

Lyrics

Ain't no need for an introduction! This is a Mykael V cinematic experience! But y'all already know what I'm saying, right? (J-J-Jouce Money) God always! Thank God I ain't listened to y'all, I knew I was Heaven-sent Had the blackish, pew-pew-pew-pew, like Barack was President Pull up to the house, I know all the people Bad black shawties in my games like I'm Oladipo I just stepped back on the ooze like I'm Oladipo Legal army stick, she think I'ma print Oceanside shawties, she show where she work at Abercrombie She keep tryna miss Balenciaga with that Abercrombie Fitch Mad Max, got some rockets in my backpack 'Member when the net was havin' issues up in my class Gotta mumble every song because I'm ash-strapped And I gotta mumble in my crib, I gotta stack cash, yee The last on your dial, but first in your heart, and that's the truth! Thank God I ain't listened to y'all, I knew I was Heaven-sent Had the blackish, pew-pew-pew-pew, like Barack was President Pull up to the house, I know all the people Bad black shawties in my games like I'm Oladipo (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Yeah, look, baby tryna stack that Junk in the trunk so I call her my lil' hatchback Ayy, come here, show me where your Tes' at She got dues, tryna drop some money in her CashApp Last night, we was goin' up in a hurry, in a fo-fo Lookin' like a Brett Favre jersey like, "Damn, son" Peekin' out the whip, hella handsome Lightskin Barbie throwin' Jimmy Choo stamp strong (J-J-Jouce Money) Yeah, talkin' hella fish We wasn't supposed to be here, how do you explain this? Yeah, all thanks to the God's son Somewhere in the left field, I think I just caught one Thank God I ain't listened to y'all, I knew I was Heaven-sent Had the blackish, pew-pew-pew-pew, like Barack was President Pull up to the house, I know all the people Bad black shawties in my gamess like I'm Oladipo
Writer(s): Britton Rauscher, David Britton Rauscher, Jesse Owusu, Mykael Velez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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