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Die For Me
R&B/Soul
Die For Me was released on August 4, 2025 by 7305462 Records DK as a part of the album Die For Me - Single
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Release DateAugust 4, 2025
Label7305462 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rell Cole
Rell Cole
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rell Cole
Rell Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
dmb2fye
dmb2fye
Producer

Lyrics

I Love You, Lul Rell
Came wit' a twist, and
Bae, how the fuck could you miss, damn
You supposed to be my twin
I be gone for the win, and
She be gone wit' the wind
Takin' it right on the chin
And not five, ****, more like ten
Left his bitch-ass wit' a dent
He got murda, he got kilt
I had to cut her off, she was actin' mind stupid, yeah
And I wasn't born yesterday, I can tell when you lyin' to me
In a brand new coupe, I ride wit' a fifth
Say you gon' spin, how the fuck could you miss
Tell me you love me and you would never leave
I'm guessin' it came wit' a twist
Came wit' a twist, and
Bae, how the fuck could you miss
You supposed to be my twin, yeah
I be gone for the win, yeah
She be gone wit' the wind, yeah
Takin' it right on the chin, chin
And not five, ****, more like ten, yeah
Left his bitch-ass wit' a dent, dent
He got murda, he got kilt
Opps outside like what's the bill
Bitch like, tell me, what's the deal
Think that lil' bitch in her feels
He don't wanna get in the field
Every time I leave her side, she always wanna get in her feels
I be aimin' for the neck
But I be aimin' for the kill
I'm thinkin' she lost her mind wit' me, mind
And I want her take off in a jet, get to flyin' wit' me
I need some shit that's gon' die for me
I know the men gon' slide for me
I'm thinkin' she lost her mind wit' me, mind
And I want her take off in a jet, get to flyin' wit' me
I need some shit that's gon' die for me
I need some shit that's gon' die for me
She ain't eatin' properly
She ain't eatin' properly
She ain't eatin' properly
She ain't eatin' properly
She ain't eatin' properly
She ain't eatin' properly
She ain't eatin' properly
She ain't eatin' properly
Hold up, why she keep on callin' me
How this lil' bih find my 'gram
And why she keep on followin' me
And she don't know how to do it
I gotta teach her to do it properly
Dripped out in Rick Owens, top to bottom
And she a high-class bitch, and I feel like she top dolla
And if she keep on askin' [???]
Came wit' a twist, and
Bae, how the fuck could you miss
You supposed to be my twin
I be gone for the win
She be gone wit' the wind
Takin' it right on the chin
And not five, ****, more like ten
Left his bitch-ass wit' a dent
He got murda, he got—
I think she lost her mind wit' me
I need me some shit that's gon' die for me
I know the men gon' slide for me
I need some shit that's gon' die for me
Written by: Rell Cole
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