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CRAVINGS (feat. Andreas)
Hip-Hop/Rap
CRAVINGS (feat. Andreas) was released on December 19, 2025 by CNR Music Group as a part of the album CRAVINGS (feat. Andreas) - Single
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Release DateDecember 19, 2025
LabelCNR Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Connor Wings
Connor Wings
Vocals
Andreas Karaglanis
Andreas Karaglanis
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Connor Wings
Connor Wings
Songwriter
Andreas Karaglanis
Andreas Karaglanis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Connor Wings
Connor Wings
Producer

Lyrics

Ay
Im making racks, im lying
Saving money, yea im trying
Money making as a minor
Game plan, modifying
Millys coming, outlying
Put your hoe in designer
"In your dreams" stop prying
Three huned in the savings
I could relive all your cravings
Girl, tell me what you saying
They get a piece and they tasting
This not a sprint im just pacing
Shoes tied, aint no lacing
Put to the side, yea she crazy
A night with me make her lazy
Beat pack prod by me
Carry the gang like a golf tee
Graphics on em, that's a bold piece
They follow to me like a flock, geese
Round you, I decrease
Fake mans like a hairpiece
Bad bitch, she a bad tease
Make a move like a chess piece
Still testing like im rocky
Early mix, still faulty
Change it up, to the next hoe
Now texting back, still salty
Yo hoe is revolting
To that, we all toasting
Like the sea, we all coasting
Made our money now we bolting
I'm, reversing
Back track, now she cursing
She want me, yea she lurking
They want me, but im surfing
Waves crashing, obtuse
Back cracked, yea im all loose
Don't want her, tie a noose
Tre ball, that's a fluke
Tre young, not at duke
Like tatum, yea I shoot
Cash money in my suit
All designer, lying through
Game winner, I want proof
"Im a baller", you aint got proof
Im the best, and I tell the truth
Shooting shots all through the roof
Yall really wanna go now
Drop a verse, soloed now
he gon cry a river from my hotel
to my boat, how?
we afloat, wow!
Knock his head off, make it go pow
She get turned on, we could slow down
Pick yo head up, don't want no frowns
Im making money yo bank a ghost town
Tell me your cravings
Speak girl, what you saying
Making money, in stages
Doing to much yeah I hate it
Woah woah, know i hate it
Making her fold like i lacin
Cash out when yo craves hit
know I love when you taste it
Damn girl who you besten,
Pop me a shot smith an western
Live wild, we aint resting
Come girl, I ain't testing
And I send it off, no subsonic
We gonna live, Bitch pop a tonic
Life wild, yeah my flow is chronic
So I spit it fast, it's supersonic
Talking big, - that's ironic
Craving play, - that's iconic
Bars deep, like a wound in comics
Dropping coins, - like its sonic
Pulling up, gears not automatic
Pulling up, gotta stay charismatic
Let it fly, my range is like magic
Fast forward, it's cinematic
Tell me your cravings
Speak girl, what you saying
Making money, it stages
Doing to much yeah i hate it
Woah woah know i hate it
Making her fold like i lace it
Cash out when yo craves hit
Know I love when you taste it
Ay
Im making racks, im lying
saving money, yea im trying
Money making as a minor
Game plan, modifying
Millys coming, outlying
Put your hoe in designer
"In your dreams" stop prying
Three huned in the savings
I could relive all your cravings
Girl, tell me what you saying
They get a piece and they tasting
This not a sprint im just pacing
Shoes tied, aint no lacing
Put to the side, yea she crazy
A night with me make her lazy
Written by: Andreas Karaglanis, Connor Wings
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