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canada
R&B/Soul
canada was released on December 12, 2025 by Vylent! as a part of the album canada - Single
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Release DateDecember 12, 2025
LabelVylent!
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
True Vylence
True Vylence
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
True Vylence
True Vylence
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
True Vylence
True Vylence
Engineer

Lyrics

Pockets full of plastic, cause I hit a play in Canada
I'ma call my brodie, mop your block up like a janitor
Thumbin' through these racks I almost blew, I need a manager
Come up in your trap, I'm kicking shit like Morten Andersen
That boy wear the same shit every day like he a mannequin
I want my pockets fatter than the average American
Been tryna get my bank up
He said that he from the streets, but never got his rank up
Fucked up on a hoe, I paint her face, she wipe her makeup
Said I never listen, but you always saying the same stuff
You ain't got no bread, what the fuck you in the bank for
Feds was on my ass, so I gotta fuckin' lay low
Moving just like bedrock, **** knowing that I ain't broke
She ain't tryna flick up cause she said she hate the angle
Fucked up on this Spanish bitch, she teach me how to tango
That boy talking shit, we turned his head into a bagel
I've been on my wick shit, sitting at the highest table
Bad hoe from the 910, her favorite rapper J. Cole
Love it when a foreign bitch help me count my Pesos
I'ma bag your bitch, but after that, then it's case closed
Pockets full of plastic, cause I hit a play in Canada
I'ma call my brodie, mop your block up like a janitor
Thumbin' through these racks I almost blew, I need a manager
Come up in your trap, I'm kicking shit like Morten Andersen
Pockets full of plastic, cause I hit a play in Canada
I'ma call my brodie, mop your block up like a janitor
Thumbin' through these racks I almost blew, I need a manager
Come up in your trap, I'm kicking shit like Morten Andersen
Kicking shit like Cobra Kai, ain't nobody high as I
You can see it in my eyes
I done hit the blunt too much, I dap up god then touch the sky
Remove the clip up out this bitch, I leave the glocky circumcised
That hoe want the drop, she eat me up like she a carnivore
Shit, it felt so good, I bet you never met this kind of whore
Walk in with my stick, bitch I'm walkin' with my tung sahur
She gag up on my dick, what the fuck you got your tonsils for?
**** would rather pay Ronnietwok before their child support
You the one that broke my heart, so what the fuck you crying for
One day, I'ma be on Forbes
I'ma hit a play so big, the feds gon' knock up at my door
Pockets full of plastic, cause I hit a play in Canada
I'ma call my brodie, mop your block up like a janitor
Thumbin' through these racks I almost blew, I need a manager
Come up in your trap, I'm kicking shit like Morten Andersen
Pockets full of plastic, cause I hit a play in Canada
I'ma call my brodie, mop your block up like a janitor
Thumbin' through these racks I almost blew, I need a manager
Come up in your trap, I'm kicking shit like Morten Andersen
Written by: True Vylence
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