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Aberdeen
Hip-Hop/Rap
Aberdeen was released on September 3, 2025 by AllstarBwoy Records as a part of the album Spruce Ave Babies
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Release DateSeptember 3, 2025
LabelAllstarBwoy Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sie
Sie
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwon D Elliott
Antwon D Elliott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JK Productions
JK Productions
Mastering Engineer
Motion Picture
Motion Picture
Producer

Lyrics

Live from 374 Aberdeen
When the pots is clean, the curry is mean
Anytime you go over there and my mom's home
You gon' get a plate of food, dawg
For real
Somebody call my cousins and tell them
Line up some shots for me, man
How we do it on 374
When that liquor get poured
And that reefer get rolled
Wah mi tell dem
I been on the wine all day
I been on the ganja smoke
You smell me from a mile away
Focus tryna find my place
I been in the gym, I'm going dummy, dawg
I'm losing weight
I been in your bitch, I'm stabbing shit
I'm Jason in the lake
Hold on, don't you run from me
Kill em all, then sit em all down
Baby, we got company
My baby, she the one for me
Yeah
And I'm not asking, I'm telling
A couple trips to Bahamas
They only know what I tell em
No, we don't pose for the pictures
Naw, them hoes will get jealous
The broken homes, that done posted pictures
Put on a show like Jimi Hendrix
When I go outside, I wear my peace pendant
Cause I got that fire on me
And Babylon can't keep winning
Just cause I got that side of me
Don't mean I gotta keep sinnin
I'm chilling with my brothers
Slow motion with no sober features
Rolling reefer, moving hard
Body Lord, we drunk a liter
I don't fuck with dolls
I had to let my cousin skeet her
I'm chilling with the bro
Yeah
I'm chilling with the bro
All my women, yeah they chocolate
All my ****, yeah they Bosses
Yeah
You try and get the dough
Yeah
Den you know where to go
Pour my liquor like a faucet
All my **** to the coffin
Yeah
I been on the grind all week
Thanking God for ganja smoke
I'm trying to keep my little peace
My 38 up on the seat
My first night in Carolina
Had to use my hands and feet
**** think it's sweet
My hands elite
The power broke his teeth
I apologize
Go put a coat on
Y'all ain't cold as me
Chilling eating rice and peas
It's shot O'clock on Aberdeen
I done left the square since I was 17
For better things
Thinkin life you only live it once
No point in settling
I wanted cheddar
Yeah my phone would overflow with hoes
But dog I wanted better
I am the golden child
Without the golden soul
You understand
Probably see a gun
Before you see a bible in my hand
God still working on me
Am I falling off
Falling out of focus
Lite the spliff up like a mazel tov
Feel the heat arising
For the night
My worries all dissolve
Lessons learned from the struggle
Wisdom hidden in the calm
Spruce have babies
**** we done made it through the storm
I'm chilling with the bros
Yeah
I'm chilling with the bros
All my women
Yeah they chocolate
All my ****
Yeah they bosses
Yeah
You tryin get the doe
Yeah
You know where to go
Pour my liquor
Like a faucet
All my ****
To the coffin
Yeah
I'm chilling with the bros
Written by: Antwon D Elliott
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