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200
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Hip-Hop/Rap
200 was released on December 20, 2025 by Temperature Records as a part of the album 200 - Single
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Release DateDecember 20, 2025
LabelTemperature Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Frost
Don Frost
Vocals
J Wick
J Wick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Thomas
Brandon Thomas
Songwriter
Jhomari Anderson
Jhomari Anderson
Songwriter
Oliver Jacobsen
Oliver Jacobsen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JpBeatz
JpBeatz
Producer
Mixedbyness
Mixedbyness
Engineer

Lyrics

Nights too cold, days too warm
I ain't been the same since you moved on
I got two hundred hoes saved in my phone
But they all remind me I'm all alone
My heart on Titanic the way I could feel it sinking
When you said it was over, girl it ain't sink in
Close my eyes, see you every time I'm blinking
Two hundred texts got me asking when we linking
Had the world in my hands, then it slipped through my fingers
Still smell Chanel on my pillow, yeah it lingers
So sick of love songs and R&B singers
Cause it's like they warned me and I ain't listen
Hard head makes a soft ass, I'm missing
Your soft ass against my hard head, I'm gripping
Your hands in missionary fulfilling the mission
Should've made you a misses
Did you like a mistress
Miss bending you over when doing the dishes
On my Ray J, only you on my wishlist
Now the block is hot even though summers up
Bodysuit screams gym with a tummy tuck
Tell me that ain't him girl, what the fuck is up
I know I fucked it up, cold hearted I know but baby yo
Nights too cold, days too warm
I ain't been the same since you moved on
I got two hundred hoes saved in my phone
But they all remind me I'm all alone
My heart on Titanic the way I could feel it sinking
When you said it was over, girl it ain't sink in
Close my eyes, see you every time I'm blinking
Two hundred texts got me asking when we linking
When I sing about my problems call you bitch, bae I don't mean it
But you always playing with my feelings acting like a mean bitch
Had the nerve to do me dirty when I kept you in that clean
Took the time to type these paragraphs, you left the shit on seen
Then it turned green
Like the chain you got off SHEIN
Clear the whole scene, stretching you out like limousines
My white bitch just want to fuck and smoke, I call her Russian cream
But I want your love from thigh to thigh and everything between
But you not fucking with me
Got these chicken heads out clucking with me
Seen you outside with your **** and you was ducking from me
That **** pussy and he popped and he got nothing on me
You fronted on me, could've been the one that's fucking on me
But fuck it shortie
I'm on to the next, don't wish me luck with shortie
Do my thizzle, then I pass her off to brodie
I act up in your face about it, I cannot be lowkey
Like, we the ones that's the Celsius Mob, bro
We hot and cold, why the fuck this bitch actin' like that
Bitch actin' like Katy Perry
Fuck that mean
She hot then she cold bro
Nights too cold, days too warm
I ain't been the same since you moved on
I got two hundred hoes saved in my phone
But they all remind me I'm all alone
My heart on Titanic the way I could feel it sinking
When you said it was over, girl it ain't sink in
Close my eyes, see you every time I'm blinking
Two hundred texts got me asking when we linking
Written by: Brandon Thomas, Jhomari Anderson, Oliver Jacobsen
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