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DR. PHIL
Hip-Hop/Rap
DR. PHIL was released on August 13, 2025 by FIRETEAM as a part of the album #WeLoveYouSandman - EP
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Release DateAugust 13, 2025
LabelFIRETEAM
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sonny Banks
Sonny Banks
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Valderrama
Anthony Valderrama
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sonny Banks
Sonny Banks
Engineer
Sandman
Sandman
Producer

Lyrics

No, I can't cut no deal
I get high up in the hills
I beat that pussy like Jahlil
No, I can't cut no deals
I keep a tooly, bitch I'm strapped up when I'm in that field
She said she wanna fuck a ****, fuck a **** for real
They always wanna talk it out, bitch I ain't Dr. Phil
I'm in Belair, my pockets fat, I feel like Uncle Phil
My ****, they go for the kill
You **** pussy, **** broke, I don't know how it feel
I do it for the million, trillions, do it for the bills
She come into my crib, I beat that pussy like Jahlil
Yeah
You know who I'm with, bitch I roll with the gang
My **** will ruin ya day
I got paper that's blue in the face
I got the rock, and I feel like Cobain
I got the chopsticks, ain't eatin' lo mein
My house is a college, she givin' me brain
Baby girl why is you callin' me bae
Hittin' it once sendin' her back where she came
I pop me a bean and I go super saiyan
I'm in LA, and I'm catchin' a vibe
Doing a deal if that money is right
No, I can't cut no deals
I keep a tooly, bitch I'm strapped up when I'm in that field
She said she wanna fuck a ****, fuck a **** for real
They always wanna talk it out, bitch I ain't Dr. Phil
I'm in Belair, my pockets fat, I feel like Uncle Phil
My ****, they go for the kill
You **** pussy, **** broke, I don't know how it feel
I do it for the million, trillions, do it for the bills
She come into my crib, I beat that pussy like Jahlil
She come into my crib, I told the bitch keep on them heels
I count up dead many men, I feel like 50 Cent
I feel like Red Dead Revolver, gun stay on my hip
He spent some bread, ain't get nothin, not me, I'm a pimp
She know that I'm him
I'm puttin' my dick in her chin
I'm runnin' this shit like work in a gym
I'm feelin' real good, got Louis on my body, I spent me some racks on my limbs
I ain't doing no cuts, I ain't doing no fronts, lil' **** I need my ends
No, I can't cut no deals
I keep a tooly, bitch I'm strapped up when I'm in that field
She said she wanna fuck a ****, fuck a **** for real
They always wanna talk it out, bitch I ain't Dr. Phil
I'm in Belair, my pockets fat, I feel like Uncle Phil
My ****, they go for the kill
You **** pussy, **** broke, I don't know how it feel
I do it for the million, trillions, do it for the bills
She come into my crib, I beat that pussy like Jahlil
Written by: Anthony Valderrama
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