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Yeah I Did It
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Yeah I Did It was released on July 31, 2020 by Guilty Pleasures as a part of the album Yeah I Did It - Single
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Release DateJuly 31, 2020
LabelGuilty Pleasures
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM104

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
F3nix
F3nix
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phoenix Mullikin
Phoenix Mullikin
Composer, Lyrics
Jonathan Dicke
Jonathan Dicke
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
F3nix
F3nix
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
Getzh
Getzh
Producer
BillMartinArt
BillMartinArt
Graphic Design

Lyrics

(Yeah I did it)
(On my own)
(Huh, uh)
Yeah I did it, yeah I did it on my own
Only seventeen, everybody wanna know
How I did it?
Where I'm getting all this dough
And if you coming for my recipe, it's murder what she wrote
Yeah I did it, yeah I did it on my own
Only seventeen, everybody wanna know
How I did it?
Where I'm getting all this dough
And if you coming for my recipe, it's murder what she wrote
I got the sauce now, people got my drip fucked up
Give me that, I just want a band plus one
Wanna fuck around in Fendi, I got Prada on my socks
That's a pair, yeah I'm rocking two, not one
You got me fucked up, autopilot coupe
I'm gonna go and buy a Tesla
Fuck the push-to-start, I wanna pull up when I call it
All you pretty girls, tryna get your guts messed up
Giving you my number, if you call, I'm finna block it
Said, shorty wanna ride
Taking a trip to Mexico, I don't think I can let you go
From my hands, from my hands
Yeah I did it, yeah I did it on my own
Only seventeen, everybody wanna know
How I did it?
Where I'm getting all this dough
And if you coming for my recipe, it's murder what she wrote
Yeah I did it, yeah I did it on my own
Only seventeen, everybody wanna know
How I did it?
Where I'm getting all this dough
And if you coming for my recipe, it's murder what she wrote
I got the game on lock
All these bitches follow me, they wanna take my spot
I got 30 to 40 bands and I can't play around
I've been making all this money, I don't want to
Look, I don't wanna do this, I don't wanna do that
Why you playing all these games?
You tryna take what I have and you been fake
Not talking 'bout those diamonds in your chain, you been changed
Got me feeling all these type of ways
Now, shorty lying
Talking 'bout she crying
Shorty, this no Swisher Sweet
I'll send you to the back
I got hella hoes but I was trusting you
I'ma swerve, hit the gas, I didn't know about it
I'ma stay independent, most of you just want in
I'ma chase it, I'm on my way back to my lane
You can't race that, it's too fast, I'm going insane
It's lit, now I'm off the shits now
Everybody wanna dip out, running my route
I can probably run this whole town, cause I'm that loud
I love everybody in my life and my crowd
You gon' make me wanna fuck
Fuck your life up, shorty want it all
So I'ma pipe her, you can give it up
I really like her
I'ma give her everything, you know I'm finna wife her
That's right, smoke on, live life, get high
Make bands, have fun, get by
Do this, do that, think twice
Can't nobody tell you different when you
Yeah I did it, yeah I did it on my own
Only seventeen, everybody wanna know
How I did it?
Where I'm getting all this dough
And if you coming for my recipe, it's murder what she wrote
Yeah I did it, yeah I did it on my own
Only seventeen, everybody wanna know
How I did it?
Where I'm getting all this dough
And if you coming for my recipe, it's murder what she
Written by: Jonathan Dicke, Phoenix Mullikin
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