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lu dort
Hip-Hop/Rap
lu dort was released on July 25, 2025 by Cosmixes as a part of the album apokalypsis - EP
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Release DateJuly 25, 2025
LabelCosmixes
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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calv
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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calv
Songwriter
Calvin Wallace Mavin
Calvin Wallace Mavin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
calv
calv
Producer

Lyrics

God on my back, yeah, I get to the racks
I just had to go home told my bitch "I'll be right back"
She said "this my jam", tryna listen while I clap
I don't give a damn I'm gettin' plaque like PlaqueboyMax
Go, go, go, go
Bitch I'm on go
I been gettin' high, cause I'm low
Devil tryna score on me, I told him I'm Lu Dort
Devil tryna score on me, I told him I'm Lu Dort
I be dunking do this shit for fun, it's favorite sport
Shit, I don't really do this shit, this beat get torn
I swear, I used to be lame, now I'm litter than a torch
I got this pressure to be great from a weird external force
I had 30 points, I got like 20 in the fourth
Yuh I'm sticking to the plan, I just think I took different course
Why them people change, flip, fold, why they morph?
Life ain't been the same, people change, I been bored
Blah blah ha ha
I just laugh at the fuckin' rah rah
I don't give a damn bout a broke ass dude
You ain't even got no car ca-
I don't give a damn what a weak-ass bitch
I don't give a damn about drama
And I don't give a damn I'ma pop my shit
I'ma do my little dance, do a cha-cha
Most of these dudes be bitches or babies, uh
You need a baba
I know some dudes that really is crazy
They keep a fah-fah
I hear my dad and it's kinda crazy
How much I relate to my father, uh
I'm tryna to get to the chowder
No, I meant the cheddar
Ain't mean rada rada
Make a bitch sing like Lala
Hope my son think I'm a good Dada
I'm high like a helicopter
Yo bitch ain't bad, she a bopper
My bitch so bad, she give topper
I'll cross a **** up like Crawford
Had a dream as a kid, I was ballin' every day
But I ain't even getting no offers
I gotta learn how to sprint to the bands
I swear I used to be a lil jogger
You know that I gotta stick to the plan
I can't be on the side, ain't a watcher
Kinda miss chilling outside after school
Like, "bro, could you hand me the Posh-er?"
I gotta get off my phone, gotta stay in the zone
I got terrible posture
I done made hit, after hit, after hit, after hit
They gon' think I'm a Logger
It's kinda hard to dismiss all the shit that I did
But it did make me stronger
And I know I get in my head sometimes
I feel like I got nothing to offer
I just be talking to God
Wanna live for his name
Wanna live for his honor
Written by: Calvin Wallace Mavin, calv
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