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WINE ORDERS
Hip-Hop/Rap
WINE ORDERS was released on December 19, 2025 by ALLABOUTGEE$ Recordings, LLC as a part of the album THIS WASN'T PLANNED
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Release DateDecember 19, 2025
LabelALLABOUTGEE$ Recordings, LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GEE$
GEE$
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerald K Sheppard
Gerald K Sheppard
Songwriter
Vincent Colaneri
Vincent Colaneri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zak Morris
Zak Morris
Producer
MixedbyGWhite
MixedbyGWhite
Mixing Engineer
Black Element Recording Studio
Black Element Recording Studio
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

The dollar sign is a lifestyle and a slogan
Best rapper that you **** sleepin' on
The sky never been my limit cause the reach is long
Rollin' up to Cheech and Chong
Born in the 90s, still got the beeper on
Coldest **** breathin' like I got the freezer on
Since you actin' like a broad, drop down and get your eagle on
I feel it in the air when I got that Sigel on
That my time comin' for like five summers
I was on probation, still violatin' such a wild YoungN
The way I strategize, just vision my monopoly board
You can't talk that Willie shit without the property for it
You make the wrong purchases, I like to check on my dough
You keep landin' on jail while I collect and I go
This rap shit wrestlin, so ****, I'm Mr. Perfect
Kill a rapper, then perform my new music up at the service
Every dollar I receive, just know I earned it
And if they takin' me to trial, you should know the verdict
Walkin' out the courtroom like the winner is
The colder than December kid
Who keep kicks on ice like the fridge
My neck stay gold and
Don't forget the wrist, ****'s lookin' like
Who the fuck he think he is
Well, if you must know, I got no problem reminding you ****
All them stories in your verses, you be lyin' to ****
They on drugs, who the plug that's supplying you ****
This ain't no subliminal, I'm just describing you ****
If the shoe fit, it must apply
Only one Dinero in some shit you never seen that ain't customized
No scale around, then I trust the eye
You know they never let a thug justify, but let the fake multiply
I'm just preachin' to my **** who feel this
While you chasin' your spinach
Plottin' on an exit cause you deep in it
Soon as the check cut, I'll tell my boo we livin
I know you see it, ****, I ain't gotta prove we winnin
No liquor allowed, these **** bitin' my style
See, I be flowin' a while, GEE$ be holdin' it down
Like a microphone fiend, controllin' the crowd
If you ain't know it then, you knowin' it now
No liquor allowed, these **** bitin' my style
See, I be flowin' a while, GEE$ be holdin' it down
Like a microphone fiend, controllin' the crowd
If you ain't know it then, you knowin' it now
Wine orders breakin' bread with my lawyer
Big dawg, when you get **** to do the crime for you
Always remember, shit can get deep like high water
On the highway
Do a buck and some change like five quarters
**** know me
The one and only, and I made that clear
You **** phony, we never homies, so stay right there
I did dirt, made my bed, and had to say my prayers
Fuck emotions, I had to focus and save my tears
All that soft shit, best not bring it outside, bro
Virginia ****, best believe I rep the Southside, though
Peep my presentation of the PowerPoint slideshow
I got my main chick, a mistress, plus two side hoes
The illest in it, shouldn't even be a debate right now
I got that shit, you shake your head to and raise eyebrows
Remember back when we rolled Phillies and paid for White Owls
All you **** do is complain and then cry out
If you **** under pressure, better save your timeouts
I come up with my bright ideas, even with the lights out
Even with my back against the wall, I never lie down
This is all God's work, can't even describe how
I pull up, then I take off when I wanna dine out
We let y'all have fun, now we watch the party die out
I suggest you pay homage, just hit a slight bow
I just got a text saying I'm the best right now
No liquor allowed, these **** bitin' my style
See, I be flowin' a while, GEE$ be holdin' it down
Like a microphone fiend, controllin' the crowd
If you ain't know it then, you knowin' it now
No liquor allowed, these **** bitin' my style
See, I be flowin' a while, GEE$ be holdin' it down
Like a microphone fiend, controllin' the crowd
If you ain't know it then, you knowin' it now
Written by: Gerald K Sheppard, Vincent Colaneri
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