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VENTING
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Hip-Hop/Rap
VENTING was released on January 11, 2025 by 7383759 Records DK as a part of the album Pardon My Soul
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Release DateJanuary 11, 2025
Label7383759 Records DK
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Swavvy
Swavvy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Swavvy Sanders
Swavvy Sanders
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smg Audio
Smg Audio
Engineer
relvpse
relvpse
Producer

Lyrics

My first name Paris so if I talk shit just excuse my French
Them tips ain't white but this the hittin' **** and give him a kiss
Lately I've been feelin' this music shit too caught up in the mix
Instead of drowning in my thoughts I should've been recordin' it
Got money been on my mind so much had a ticket put on top my biscuit
I've been sittin' outside dolo just me and this stick like who gon' come and get it
My Nana pray for me come in the streets I know what's comin' with it
I heard he lookin' for me he thinks your sweet weeb meat is gon' get weak
**** that lay on your grass like a bed just to make sure you under that sheet
Drivin' behind a money truck, god is real a he'll flip this shit for me
Sometimes I don't eat, some nights I don't sleep
Sittin' to myself gettin' high cause a **** like me tweakin
Feds in the chains they occupation don't know if they need a cuff or broom
They be tryna sweep some shit stay quiet in interrogation room
Still be up in traffic with my dawg even though **** want him gone
When I'm with him got 60 on my lap incase a fuck **** playin' around
Head up we play man to man **** I ain't droppin' in no zone
I be lyin' if I say I don't miss tauntin' you know that my backbone
Talkin' bout our problems ain't gon' fix shit so I guess I leave it alone
Talkin' to the doctors, talkin' my sickle cel attached to my bones
Walkin' on that ice my heart done turn into a popsicle
Think my **** racist hide away they ready to pop ****
That lil' **** from out that country to rob ****
He done shot pistol dust up in that fire with real guerrillas
Every situation still tallin' if I was Chris Rock will
Woulda slapped me to left his ass lookin' like Hitch
Or some way slump up in a ditch
You clout chasin' we gon' fire that bitch
Two things I can say that don't mix is me bein' in the mix
Only thing I mix is my juice inside that purple Trish
Just cause a **** quiet on me I can't get live like a Y
Gotta watch for them police **** who be tellin' when and why
Where I'm from we glorify murderers and real trap stars
Drive fast cars and fuck bad bros flex racks and show they ass off
On the road I'm keepin' that 60 with me, two curves ridin' with me
Goin' out with a bang I need more ammo to the highest capacity
Wrapped up in some shit like a gift but I cannot get it
Put your hands all on this shit I bet they still won't feel it
Written by: Swavvy Sanders
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