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Strange
Hip-Hop/Rap
Strange was released on January 15, 2025 by Wright Records as a part of the album Area 404
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Release DateJanuary 15, 2025
LabelWright Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnathan Louis Wright
Johnathan Louis Wright
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnathan Louis Wright
Johnathan Louis Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnathan Louis Wright
Johnathan Louis Wright
Engineer

Lyrics

Yah, I swear this shit is not the same,
Nah, fuck friends, all y'all **** be moving strange.
And you so soft, dropped about a thot, like, wtf, boy, you's a lame.
No, I can't trip for shit, cause all these bitches still gon' name.
Yah, I got a blitz on every opp, man, fuck da body, aim at the top.
Bump out the sunroof with that stick, get out the way, bitch, this that Glock.
Only fuck bad hoes, get out the way, bitch, you is chopped.
Seven bullets done ate his face, now he can't look up at the clock.
I'm startin' a riot, OD swift inside this bitch,
That's if he ever gon' try to fight me.
This hoe bout green asf, tammat, she my wifey, hoe.
What you tammat? If I said it, that is so unlikely, and that's on lil' bitch.
I did not come to play,
Yea, you said you tryna hit, stop all talkin', come run this fade.
I might start a fire, fuck around and get shit quake.
If you looking for your ****, find his body up in a lake.
Y'all **** music really ahh,
**** said he got a problem, trim his top just like some grass.
Yadd, I cuffed a scram once, but she gon' be my last.
I can't have no ugly bitch, you know my hoe gotta be bad.
Yah, I swear this shit is not the same,
Nah, fuck friends, all y'all **** be moving strange.
And you so soft, dropped about a thot, like, wtf, boy, you's a lame.
No, I can't trip for shit, cause all these bitches still gon' name.
Yah, I got a blitz on every opp, man, fuck da body, aim at the top.
Bump out the sunroof with that stick, get out the way, bitch, this that Glock.
Only fuck bad hoes, get out the way, bitch, you is chopped.
Seven bullets done ate his face, now he can't look up at the clock.
Written by: Johnathan Louis Wright
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