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Ost Malone
172
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ost Malone was released on April 7, 2025 by Sickworld Media Group as a part of the album Ost Malone - Single
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Release DateApril 7, 2025
LabelSickworld Media Group
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crybaby Cash
Crybaby Cash
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashton Butler
Ashton Butler
Songwriter
Pasha Soldatov
Pasha Soldatov
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Inffabe
Inffabe
Producer

Lyrics

Come on
Bae take that freak shit out your phone, put it on IG
Bitch I feel like Ost Malone cause I sold the P, woah
I'm the joce man, baby come and joce with me
Bitch, them votes don't mean shit 'less you vote for me
Fuck, and then I'm mad I let too many **** close to me
Shit, I should've turned my head when that bitch was posting me
She ain't text back in like a hour, she ghost to me
She seen me serve a P she said"bae, you Ghost to me"
That was friendly dick bae, you can't get no more from me
You makin' me sick bae, that shit that you post ain't P
I don't know who you talkin' to, but it sure ain't me
I just don't feel the same without a bankroll on me
G6 got her trippin' out her mind, bitch you shouldn't have took it
I be playin' Warzone online, but don't play me pussy
I count that money, gotta wash my hands before I play with her pussy
Somebody better come and get they mans, he gon' scare all the pussy
Dome shot, there it go, you can hear the money machine beep
I want elbows all around, all around me
I don't care no more about a bitch I- come on
I don't care no more about a bitch that I don't need
I was tryna sell lows, but I don't want the ones with seeds
I was tryna save my bread, but I said fuck it, double B
Her mouth open up like Pez, fuck it bae I'm tryna see
I said, I can't nut from head, so she can get it out of me
Couple **** that owe me bread, but I feel like they dodgin' me
Dodgin' me, I got two hoes massaging me
Ain't no floor on top of me, **** gon' owe apology
Hoe, I hope you proud of me, I ho, I hope you proud of me
**** gon' owe apology, can't even fit inside the seat
I only got like five seats, bookoo hoes pilin' in
I want a Chick-fil-A Deluxe, and Waffle Fries and Polynesian
Bae take that freak shit out your phone, put it on IG
Bitch I feel like Ost Malone cause I sold the P, woah
I'm the joce man, baby come and joce with me
Bitch, them votes don't mean shit 'less you vote for me
Fuck, and then I'm mad I let too many **** close to me
I should've turned my head when that bitch was posting me
She ain't text back in like a hour, she ghost to me
She seen me serve a P she said"bae, you Ghost to me"
That was friendly dick bae, you can't get no more from me
You makin' me sick bae, that shit that you post ain't P
I don't know who you talkin' to, but it sure ain't me
I just don't feel the same without a bankroll on me
Written by: Ashton Butler, Pasha Soldatov
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