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VAN GOGH
Hip-Hop/Rap
VAN GOGH was released on August 7, 2025 by 2809756 Records DK as a part of the album LYSSOPHOBIA
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Release DateAugust 7, 2025
Label2809756 Records DK
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Milliam
Justin Milliam
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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ju!
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Seeyah, huh)
I was chilling with my wrist, it shine in real time
Mad them lil boys drop dead 'cause looks'll kill, yeah
No you can't have my bitch, my bitch a real dime
I cannot fuck with no fan, real deal junky my xans
I wanna run up a band, band, I apologize in advance
Shit can't even fit in my hand, hand, throwing it all when she dance
Some of my shooters got red bands and some of my shooters be crips
I don't even care 'bout the shit
Bitch it's Margiela the fit
Balenciaga the- (What?)
Balenciaga ain't shit
I put that shit on my children, put 100 bands on the kids
Stacking the cash till it's tilted, sealing the deal with a kiss
Shit gon' keep blowing, Rick Owen phone
My lil shawty bad, yeah she thick, she redbone
Bitch I ain't no fad, everything got bands on
Bitch like fuck a tag, I get bread, shit hands on
Fucking fan hoes, race the Range Rov'
Talking shit, and fucked around, got' get you friend zoned
Lean like Van Gogh, my swag Van Gogh
Shooters on deck, paint a picture, Van Gogh
Bitch I'm on tour
Shawty can't go
And shawty know my wrist slit every time I step out
Hop up in a phantom, I stay 10 toes
RIP my mans, go 'head light a candle
Like bitch close the damn door
Bitch it's real smoke
Bitch I'm smoking dank, I don't fuck with them pre-rolls
Bitch she love blow, bitch she love dope
My job's making money, hell yeah bitch I love dough
When I come home, better be honest
Did you let someone else in my crib while I was gone?
Let it be known
My lil choppa on em, put her on the street
And bitch I put that on the grove, yeah that's on Foenem
Get yo own flow, bitch I got two phones
One is for the plug and cash, the other's for the hoes
FaceTime on pause
And if you got a message you can't leave it by the tone
I'm never coming home
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk your jaw off
What, what, what, what, what? My mind's gone
I'm in the city, my lil bitch got the keys
Rock Givenchy in a Cullinan, ain't no Jeep
I brought the hoes in the whip, got space
Shit, got too high, still can't feel my face
One bitch had locs, other bitch had braids
One bitch got long hair, the other one had waves
I swear my mind's been running through space
I swear my mind's been running through waves
AM, in the AM running my race
Still don't wanna stay here, stay here
Brooklyn, I swear I love Brooklyn
"Eusin", Tussin, I love Robitussin
Trust in, trust in, my baby just trust me
Loving on me, she's loving on Justin
Written by: Justin Milliam
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