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Here We Go
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Here We Go was released on November 17, 2025 by Taylor Gang Ent. as a part of the album Here We Go - Single
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Release DateNovember 17, 2025
LabelTaylor Gang Ent.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fedd the God
Fedd the God
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Fedd
James Fedd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Carr
Tim Carr
Producer

Lyrics

I ain't been outside in a minute.
Did y'all miss me?
I got bitches gone crazy.
It’s getting sticky.
I just left my bitch im outside with my gang bros.
I just made 6 figures trying to flex my bank roll.
I don't argue with no hoe, who served her purpose, she can go.
I'm petty, bitch free.
God can you nasty bitch me.
I feel like master P.
Bend it over, touch knees
freak hoes.
I pulled my camera out.
And she said, cheese.
Bitch it’s f e double D. Don't confuse that with the cops, everything in here on me.
You can't do that with the ops.
All the shit I wear ain't cheap.
I spend a ticket when I shop.
Man, her throat is obsolete.
I was astonished when she stopped,
cause 10 freaky girls ass shaking.
I got a pocket full of money.
I ain't faking.
Y'all single when y'all with us, baby.
I ain't faking.
Fuck y'all ****, fuck yall baby dads We trying to see some ass.
Don't be shy.
Tattoo on your thighs. I see you dancing from the side.
Bend it over, buss it, we just keep on locking eyes.
I see your friends touching on each other.
Is y'all bi?
Penthouse room at Fairmont, if you wanna, give a try.
I got the club going up like the 2000s 99.
I hit her, her, her.
Why they all think that they mine?
I'm a dog ass **** and sometimes I be lying.
I ain't mean to hit ya, BM bro.
I wasn't even trying.
She like **** with some paper.
She like **** with some diamonds.
She like **** to turn their life up any moment, change the climate.
I'm just looking for an eater. 1 of 1 . Can I find it?
Paint her up like Mona Lisa.
The street of wifey, like Treecha?
10 freaky girls ass shaking.
I got a pocket full of money.
I ain't faking.
Y'all single when, y'all with us, baby.
Yall ain’t taking Fuck y'all ****, fuck yall babies, dads.
We trying to see some ass.
Don't be shy.
Written by: James Fedd
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