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3rd Person
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Hip-Hop/Rap
3rd Person was released on December 17, 2025 by Santa Anna as a part of the album I NEVER GAVE AF (Deluxe)
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Release DateDecember 17, 2025
LabelSanta Anna
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raq baby
Raq baby
Performer
Brian Bedford
Brian Bedford
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Bedford
Brian Bedford
Lyrics
Deshawn Jackson
Deshawn Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Child Boyy
Child Boyy
Producer
Himmy Hendrix
Himmy Hendrix
Engineer
Joseph Donahue
Joseph Donahue
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Been knowing that some of these **** won't change
I just didn't say none
I been riding 'round with that flame
Try not to get flamed up
We don't got time for the game
Killing shit, talk to a pager
I'm leavin' that mark like a blade
You **** just sharp as a razor
[Verse 2]
None of these bitches be lovin' for real, they all say the same stuff
You wanna see how I'm coming for real, fuck it for your name up
We all be sharing these bitches for real, ain't trippin', that's baby bucks
'Fore you piss smoke with us, have yo' baby tucked
Having snails for them **** will save 'em slugs
[Verse 3]
These **** tweaking, do some' to them quick to say it's us
Slide for no **** ain't not no payin' us
Alcoholic if you thinkin' 'bout spraying us
Yeah, we sprayin' shit
Every time we winnin' an award, **** knock 'em off
Stay blickin', opps ain't standing on no kick stand, play ball
Got one bitch that I love, don't care, know some shit
Hell nah, pay attention
Send a shot tryna take off them britches and them draws
Fuck 'em all, baby, we ball
Ain't no small fry shit, we tall
Get too horny, then you call
Bet I keep all our shit in a vault
They won't hear it from me, I won't talk
So if you lose your bitch, it ain't my fault
Every time a bitch mad, it be my fault
Wake up, we make love in a drop top
A blick shoot at feet, make 'em hopscotch
Bitch a freak, and you cuffin' a thot thot
**** rook', you can't smoke in a hot box
Leave a trace and you through when you hop out
[Verse 4]
These **** scared of that muscle, they thinkin' I'm Popeye
Shoot that shit down, he think he a fly guy
Bitch, it bussin', shit go down at my spot
Bro front tire, have 'em blicked, and it might pop
Blood gushin', he just got on white socks
They say Raq gettin' big, no, he might pop
Then again, no, he might not
Written by: Brian Bedford, Deshawn Jackson
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