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BORN THROWED
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Hip-Hop/Rap
BORN THROWED was released on February 14, 2025 by RP as a part of the album Save Your Grievance
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Release DateFebruary 14, 2025
LabelRP
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM151

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Seventhirtyatmorning
Seventhirtyatmorning
Rap
Tariq Henry
Tariq Henry
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tariq Henry
Tariq Henry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
luvxomea
luvxomea
Producer
Gibson Preacher
Gibson Preacher
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I don't feel anything
Fuck, shit
Born throwed (Born throwed)
Born throwed (Born throwed)
I pop out the womb, trying to wipe a nose (Wipe a nose)
Said I'm fed up with this shit, I'm finna hit the road, pronto
She trying to suck my dick, she lift my shirt, my gun show
Told **** to move, I'm not gonna stop, you might get run over (You might get domed)
I'm not in the mood to help, I'm focused on me, you dumb ho (Dumb ass bitch)
I'm back in my mode, I'm finna roll my weed with Fronto
I took a whole 30, ain't even break it, I was a no-show
Fried and in my feelings, I never lose the sight of the money
Yeah, the stick in the box, got one on my hip, in case you **** move funny
I don't take nothing they say for real, 'cause they be bapped out, to the max
When the sky is full of clouds that do more for me more than when it's sunny
I'm that **** that hoes a clown for trying to dub me, she gon' spin (Spin)
In retrospect, that bitch gon' peep that she wasn't right within
Yeah, my head's on straight, my pockets stuffed (Woah)
I'm a little throwed (I'm a little throwed)
I ain't perc up yet, damn, I'm finna geek out (Geek out-geek out)
Uh, yeah, geek out (Geek out-geek out)
Uh, say, geek out (Geek out-geek out)
(Ugh, say, say-say-say) You got to stop the crying, stop the bitching (Bitching)
Nothing finna shake if you still stuck on that ho clit (Woah)
Fuck the money, how many of your people's life you fixed?
Damn, ho Dasani, I got to watch my sheets after I blitz
Fuck a minor inconvenience, I'm finna fuck up your whole shit
I got time today, you play, you lay, you know how it was going to get
Born throwed (Born throwed)
Born throwed (Born throwed)
I pop out the womb, trying to wipe a nose (Wipe a nose)
Said I'm fed up with this shit, I'm finna hit the road, pronto
She trying to suck my dick, she lift my shirt, my gun show
Told **** to move, I'm not gonna stop, you might get run over (You might get domed)
I'm not in the mood to help, I'm focused on me, you dumb ho (Dumb ass bitch)
I'm back in my mode, I'm finna roll my weed with Fronto
I took a whole 30, ain't even break it, I was a no-show
Written by: Tariq Henry
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