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mi$$i$$auga.
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Hip-Hop/Rap
mi$i$auga. was released on July 18, 2025 by BeYourOwnBestFriend as a part of the album DEAD FI$h, Vol. 1
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Release DateJuly 18, 2025
LabelBeYourOwnBestFriend
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Perry Maysun
Perry Maysun
Rap
Ahk Sair
Ahk Sair
Rap
Isaiah Poet
Isaiah Poet
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Perry Maysun
Perry Maysun
Songwriter
Ahk Sair
Ahk Sair
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gutty
Gutty
Producer
Zionkat
Zionkat
Producer

Lyrics

What's the biggest red flag in the Mississauga road?
It's like, talking like from Toronto when you're not even from Toronto, you know?
Like, fuck that
And then they say something like "Yo, family" this, and you're from 'Sauga, fam
Hard knock, com grew on my day-to-day
Went from razor blades to a bruised face
Nowadays, brace for worse, don't expect the best
Dry salt turn to gray, word to Raisinets (Word, yo)
Like how can you judge like you ain't make mistakes?
Some **** try to burn a bridge just to hide they face
I'm in a Bible faith
This flower grown, so next I'm in Designer eighth
And flip it like you tryna find a trace
Mask on, sketch ya plug with a pound of lace
Give it to Perry so he can check it
Owl hanging from my necklace
Chasing money, it's a stray's recession
Poke a jacket pocket, got this crack from Ahk, the man
With shorty box up, cock drum like Caravan
Used to sip bad lean 'til the piss turned green
Now I watch the crib walls melt as I daydream
Every now and then, you'll catch him deep off the k-mine
Deep-welling in the sick like Sadie (Uh-huh)
Rock your plad arm stripes, dawn checkers, on my life
Dressed like I see my kids twice a week, joint custody
One bed apartment, membership is star-less
Five days a week at the Lowe's, life heartless
Dress like I be with Mike Scott at the office
And get overly flirty with the waitress at Ruth Chris (Yeah, word)
When they going low, we going to hell
You could never trick me in my own game, I make the bell
You **** lame as far as I can tell, I can never fail
Been in the game up-and-up the sales, stashing up the bail
The leaves scoring, an ungrateful girl can only make ya poor
My shorty balance me with the keys like she was sorrow
Always tryna keep the bun on the cheese, at least the aura see
**** change just for the b, y'all **** cops
Always tryna find a way to be seen, you **** bots
I could never get away from the scene, like I'm the plot
Always tryna find a way to get cream, but it just ain't well to sieze
I'm tryna change for my queen, I need to stop (I need to stop)
Ya bitch Plain Jane, she mad easy to draw
Cobain on cocaine, she keep clenching her jaw
Hah, huh
And shawty must be Mississaugian
She let me hit her twice and then I pass the bitch to Domi, and
Jeans so tight, almost couldn't fit her body, and
Body-ody-ody, this a whining Calamari fit
Huh, I loogie dousse in a bitch's mouth
Used to whip a hoopty 'til I went and took a different route
You're not even from Toronto, my yute
You're from the 'Sauga, fam!
Written by: Ahk Sair, Perry Maysun
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