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Crushed Down
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Crushed Down was released on September 8, 2023 by Atlantic Records as a part of the album Crushed Down - Single
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Release DateSeptember 8, 2023
LabelAtlantic Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
51 June
51 June
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gene Hixon
Gene Hixon
Songwriter
Jamario Anderson
Jamario Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicholas Cavalieri
Nicholas Cavalieri
Mixing Engineer, Immersive Mixing Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer
Al'Geno
Al'Geno
Producer

Lyrics

(Al Geno on the track)
Ma', look at the black sheep, I'm the one that got us rich (Us rich)
She ain't gotta ask me, she could taste it on my lip (My lip)
Oh, I love the way my cup sound (With my ice, be crushed down)
I can't put these drugs down (I can't put these drugs down)
I'm feelin' aggravated, these pills, I had to take 'em
At first, I started with a deuce and then I graduated
I never did sativa, I skipped right to them liters
I tongue kiss Wocky all the time and think I see the reaper
Think I hear 'em callin' (Think I hear 'em callin')
I fell off the moon and then I chased the stars (Stars-stars)
Think I hear the comment (Think I hear the comment)
Ain't watched Scooby-Doo, but I be missing my dog (My dog)
Pour up some juice, yeah, I'm sippin' on medical
I'm in the coupe feelin' extraterrestrial
Change on the gang, that's some shit I won't never do
**** can't hang if they ain't got no revenue
Hop out, CA, and I fell on a comet
Ain't got no drink, it be making me vomit
Ain't got no drink, it be making me aggravated
Sometimes I just be feelin' demonic
They want me lyin', they don't want me honest
They want me lyin', I keep it a million
Slime out a **** just like a reptilian
Million dollars worth of game like I'm Gillian
Wildin' while I'm pushing the throttle
My pharmacy bitch kinda look like a model
I throw me a fit if I don't got a bottle
Dior on my body, this ain't Aéropostale
Dior on my body, this ain't Aéropostale
I got Fendi on my back
Should I play 580 Uris or the 'Cat
I'm a Mac
I've been tryna call D. Tray, but he ain't never called me back
We got Wocky, we got Quagen, we got Trist' and all of that
Ma', look at the black sheep, I'm the one that got us rich (Us rich)
She ain't gotta ask me, she could taste it on my lip (My lip)
Oh, I love the way my cup sound (With my ice, be crushed down)
I can't put these drugs down (I can't put these drugs down)
I'm feelin' aggravated (Ah-ah), these pills, I had to take 'em (Ah-ah)
At first, I started with a deuce and then I graduated (Ah-ah-ah)
I never did sativa (Ah-ah), I skipped right to them liters (Ah-ah-ah)
I tongue kiss Wocky all the time and think I see the reaper
Think I hear 'em callin' (Think I hear 'em callin')
I fell off the moon and then I chased the stars (Stars-stars)
Think I hear the comment (Think I hear the comment)
Ain't watched Scooby-Doo, but I be missing my dog (My dog)
Written by: Gene Hixon, Jamario Anderson
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