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Dead Contacts
Dirty South
Dead Contacts was released on December 3, 2025 by Don Kel as a part of the album SORRY 4 THE WAIT
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Release DateDecember 3, 2025
LabelDon Kel
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM165

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Kel
Don Kel
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Kel
Don Kel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Kel
Don Kel
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Been knew that hoe was a groupie, she kept playin' my song
I just pulled up in a foreign and I'm with a foreign
Why you keep hitin' my phone, why you don't leave me alone?
Swear I got so many dead contacts in my telephone
Little bitch, you hella gone
Bitch, I'm talkin' Novocain, my feelings been gone
I do it for my dog, I know my **** forever gone
I put blood on the money, it's all I want, period
Like why the bitch think I love her, she gotta be delirious
**** hating, don't want me to shine, cause I'll ball like Kobe
Pull up with a mask, and a fo-fo
Make you sneeze, something like it's covid
Ain't no reason to put me on papers
Every day, you know I'm going tote it
Use to pray for a bankroll to put in pocket
Even though i cant fold it
Got a bad bitch, like new new, I put drink all in her soda
Her name agua in my phone, that pussy ain't got no odor
I put resin on my weed, dope in my soda
Been knew that hoe was a groupie, she kept playin' my song
I just pulled up in a foreign and I'm with a foreign
Why you keep hitin' my phone, why you don't leave me alone?
Swear I got so many dead contacts in my telephone
Little bitch, you hella gone
Bitch, I'm talkin' Novocain, my feelings been gone
I do it for my dog, I know my **** forever gone
I put blood on the money, it's all I want, period
Bitch, you aint trying to fuck me, must be on your period
Bitch give me brain, that little head, serious
Asking do you know, Kel, like asking who's Siri is
I done told a bitch I love her, got the hoe delirious
Pulled up with two-two-threes in the benz
This a striker, I changed the vein
It's a punchy, it ain't no pin, might go swiping with my friends
Drop the top on the c8, puttin' Wawah in the wind
I named little bro, yo, yo, all that **** know is spin
Two new Glocks, they twins
Been knew that hoe was a groupie, she kept playin' my song
I just pulled up in a foreign and I'm with a foreign
Why you keep hitin' my phone, why you don't leave me alone?
Swear I got so many dead contacts in my telephone
Little bitch, you hella gone
Bitch, I'm talkin' Novocain, my feelings been gone
I do it for my dog, I know my **** forever gone
I put blood on the money, it's all I want, period
Written by: Don Kel
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