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WAKE UP
Hip-Hop/Rap
WAKE UP was released on July 25, 2024 by INDEPENDENT as a part of the album RR
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AlbumRR
Release DateJuly 25, 2024
LabelINDEPENDENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rickey Dominique
Rickey Dominique
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rickey Dominique
Rickey Dominique
Songwriter
Sean Jones
Sean Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rickey Dominique
Rickey Dominique
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah
This some shit I can't make up
My bitch bad, she don't need no makeup
I wake up, then I count my cake up
**** fake, it don't get no faker
Two 4's, shooting like the Lakers
She a hoe, yeah, that's why I hate her
Yeah, this some shit I can't make up
Wake up, brush my teeth then slap her ass
My gang got a bigger bag
Them **** broke, that's why they mad
Phew, get off in that Jag, huh
Police on my ass
Man, that shit so sad
Money all around, go get some cash
Put her back down, you don't got no racks
He dissing, no talking, let's meet up and crash
Bro, it's a gun in the back of the whip
This a high-speed chase, we ain't stopping for him
Pass me the ball, I'ma hang on the rim
Kaleb a hoe, and I love my drugs
Designer fit, with some all black Tims
I told her, "Suck on this dick, I don't want no hug"
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Yeah, uh, this some shit I can't make up
My bitch bad, she don't need no makeup
I wake up, then I count my cake up
**** fake, it don't get no faker
Two 4's, shooting like the Lakers
Uh, two 4's, shooting like the Lakers
Old hoe, yeah, that's why I hate her
New pole, see the opps later
I ain't never ask you for a favor, so don't come around me like I owe some
Told that bitch, "Come pull up and throw some"
**** fans, they act like I know them
With no hands, she do what I told her
NASCAR, not a regular motor
Uh
Fast gun, not a regular weapon
Quick switch, it get off in a second
Look wrong, I might send you to Heaven
Yeah
I got big bank, and you opp **** peasants
Put my heart in range, you can't get on my level
And I broke her heart, now she think I'm the devil
Fucked up
Pull out a big bag on a ****
That **** cap, never pull the trigger
I got that Wokhardt in my liver
I got that fast car, can't keep up
Dressed up in all black, grim reaper
Fuck her, and block her, you know I can't keep her
I put shit up with that weapon
Baby, wassam? I'ma give you a lesson
Ain't text her back, but she still got the message
I'ma still pop out, even though I'm a felon
I wanted love
Only thing I can love is these drugs
When I leave here, she coming with us
They tryna throw the kid under the bus
Wake up, babygirl, gimme a hug
I talk my shit, I'm still untouched
These **** pussy, they bleed every month
My **** a shooter, like Warriors in 2016, I just gotta give em a gun
I wanna fuck with the bitch, but the bitch no fun, I just wanna fuck some up
You could go ask bout the 6, you could go ask bout us, I ain't making it up
I wake up, get paper
I got these hoes on my dick, like Mater
After I fuck, ain't no seeing me later
Bitch ain't on none, I'm all bout paper
Hop out the V, ain't gone lie, I'ma chase em
I'm just fucking ya bitch, I do not date her
I'll kill my brother, like I'm Cable
And that bitch still mine, we're not done
I can't function without these drugs
I'm really a freak, I'ma beat up her butt
I wake up, gotta get to the money
You wake up, just to look so funny
My baby so bad, even in her bonnet
All that rah rah, I love it
I won't let these bitches play me a dummy
Momma, I got everything I wanted
Baby, I wake up, get paper
Don't let em tell ya I made ya, even though that I had made you
Wearing all black, like Darth Vader
Ain't gone lie, I don't fuck with the Bayou
I peeped what you doing, you acting brand new
You cannot tell a **** what he can't do
I'll be lying I said I hate you
Written by: Rickey Dominique, Sean Jones
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