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2012 RIP ABBA
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Hip-Hop/Rap
2012 RIP ABBA was released on February 17, 2026 by SLiT WRi$T GVNG as a part of the album 2012
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Album2012
Release DateFebruary 17, 2026
LabelSLiT WRi$T GVNG
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
supachefm
supachefm
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Cesari
Michael Cesari
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sailor
Sailor
Engineer

Lyrics

Haha, supachefm
You can meet me at the hotel on floor two (Back in this bitch like it's 2012)
I just want some more head and a dope view
All I want is more bread, where's the fondue?
Whip it in a Corvette, like what's the issue?
Could tell a hundred lies, I won't need a tissue
Don't feel the need to cry, that's just what a bitch do (Haha)
I miss you, though I won't admit to (R.I.P ABBA, R.I.P all my guys)
Girl, let's get high and talk about our issues (It's a cold world but my heart's colder)
Okay, let's go
This right here is real music
Yeah
Know it's sad when you look back and you still got twelve on your ass
Everything you did wrong flash back, teal tight jeans with a cool snap back
Things I'd do with my one day if I went back to 2012
Probably link up with the bros and try and smoke a hundred L's
Miss when music was sad and it all had a story
Now they all just wilding posting up on they story, yeah
Well I guess that I'm just a hypocrite
And when you die they gon' fuck you bitch
R.I.P Lil Peep, yeah, that's my shit
Turn me up bae, that's my shit
You know how I'm rocking bitch
I don't plan on stopping what he started, I got mileage
I see hundreds piling
All you need is common sense
10/10, you counterfeit
Don't bother me, you bothering
I feel dumb acknowledging
Blow dope, smoke, fuck oxygen
I'm tryna top what my father did
I'm tryna put a pent house on my wrist
I'm tryna bnb link with yo bitch, yeah
Maybe even your sister
Two Glocks, twin sister
Get knots and then some
All night we been up and I put two pills in my system
We out on a mission, don't mistake my ways for real love
You can meet me at the hotel on floor two
I just want some more head and a dope view
All I want is more bread, where's the fondue?
Whip it in a Corvette, like what's the issue?
Could tell a hundred lies, I won't need a tissue
Don't feel the need to cry, that's just what a bitch do
I miss you, though I won't admit to
Girl, let's get high and talk about our issues
Okay, let's go
Written by: Michael Cesari
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