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Art
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Art was released on April 9, 2025 by 2601462 Records DK as a part of the album Gov't Cheese
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Release DateApril 9, 2025
Label2601462 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny Traphouse
Benny Traphouse
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damond Marquez Grimes
Damond Marquez Grimes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blackburry
Blackburry
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, yo, is that Blackpink
Mm-hmm
Uh, only thing that scare me is cops
These **** fans, they ain't no ops
Man, I'm ahead and ain't no comp
I cook for real, I scrape the pot
On the block with Millie Rock
If you do drugs, then come and shop
This bitch thick as hell, no BBL
Her bottom match her thigh
Man, you cap **** be funny as hell
Go joke for a wild n out
Type of shit you need to see for real
Fuck what you heard about
I don't fuck with none of you **** for real
That's from the horse's mouth
Pull up on my country clientele
He bring the horses out
You in the arts and crafts
Come on, let's paint a picture
Make the best out what we have
You play the cards, they deal you
**** bags and selling crack
That's how we made a living
She's super bad, get to a bag
We finna make some children
Free bro off the yard
They stretched his time, he gang affiliate
That's on all of mine
Your favorite rapper ain't fucking with me
They gon' get in line
If I'm behind, I'm finna skip it
He gon' pick a side
Or gon' get got for hanging with him
Bitch, I don't follow, I'ma leader
She got a man, then he can keep her
In my hand, that's where I need it
She fuck with Ben, that's the procedure
Tryna hit her with her friend
But say she shy too many people
My lil' bottom bitch say
She don't want my kids
She'd rather eat them
Can you keep a secret
I'm tryna fuck your sister's bae Zatima
Spread it like an eagle
I'm tryna lick your legs
While in between them
I just up and leave her
And how I text my bro
Like have you seen him
Popped a perc, the pink one
Now I'm somewhere floatin high as Jesus
Tried relationships
But I can't keep a bitch
I'm steady cheating
Hope you throw your set
Cause I'ma throw mine up
Like Willie Beeman
Better tuck your dreads
For you end up bald-head
Like Mr. Cleaners
I heard what you said
But bro say when he caught you
You ain't mean it
****, you into arts and crafts
Come on, let's paint a picture
Make the best out of what we had
You play the cards, they deal you
****, bags is selling crack
That's how we made a living
She's super bad
Get to a bag
We finna make some children
Free bro off the yard
That stretched his time
He gang affiliate
That's on all of mine
Your favorite rapper ain't fucking with me
They gon' get in line
If I'm behind
I'm finna skip
He gon' pick a side
I gon' get got for hanging with him
Written by: Damond Marquez Grimes
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