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Munyun
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Munyun was released on June 3, 2025 by Munna Musik as a part of the album Me Again
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Release DateJune 3, 2025
LabelMunna Musik
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

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Lyrics

I ain't gon' lie, a **** done fell off like a couple times
Fifteen, picked up a pad and pen, then I start writin' rhymes
Bitch, I'm lyin, I'm in my notes, lungs full of dope
Gotta break the cycle, get these M's and give my people hope
Me and Richy, both the one, ain't no second option
If you my bitch and I know it's real, you don't gotta block him
If I'm bein' honest, I just started takin' rap serious
Seen my sis run up dog shit and it made a young **** curious
Fuck a back door, she really showed me how to get some money
Showed me bein' broke, ain't a joke and ain't shit bout it funny
How you do some slime shit in my face, and you said you love me
She know she the shit, when I'm back to back, I'm bustin
Gotta pay for this play, ****, or get on safari
Don't got no weed, I'm asking mark or t, can I hit some yari
No boxing, throw a punch, I'm bustin' glizock, when I'm in a party
Simple guy, bitch, I'm in this Stu, recordin' in them partments
We just walk inside a function, big bro steady clutchin
I said, chill, brodie, know we straight, these **** ain't on nothin
But we on point and we on a swivel, hear shots, get to duckin
Got a Za play and I'm on the North, aye meet me on Lutton
I ain't have a place to go, my brother took me in, swear to God
Bitch, we all rich when I find a way to win
Ever get that one feelin' damn, I picked the wrong friend
Left that hoe alone, but she look good, so I'm spinnin back again
Relly Rel, bitch, that's my brother, bout him, you gon' check
I ain't gon' say much like Village, say, pussy, it's a bet
Bro, hit the bitch, if she look good, Wopo fuckin' next
Let me shut my mouth, I ain't gon' speak on that boy who got stretched
She was fine when we was growin' up, now she doin' fet
Make sure you call my phone, lil' bitch, don't hit me with a text
Trench baby, Vill baby, I grew up in the Jets
Always on yo phone, pussy boy, better learn how to finesse
I ain't gon' lie, a **** done fell off like a couple times
Fifteen, picked up a pad and pen, then I start writin' rhymes
Bitch, I'm lyin, I'm in my notes, lungs full of dope
Gotta break the cycle, get these M's and give my people hope
Written by: Wop Jackson
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