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1010
Rap
1010 was released on February 11, 2026 by Don Kel as a part of the album Don SkyLark 2
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Release DateFebruary 11, 2026
LabelDon Kel
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Kel
Don Kel
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Kel
Don Kel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Kel
Don Kel
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I wanna go to LA
I thought I knew what you thought
It's just a little bit late, I guess we already done
This is feeling like catching 'cause I'm too dumb
I'm never doing the right thing so I'm so stunned
(Money productions, yeah)
I'm in 1010 with a bad bitch
Ten milli' my waistline
Don't call my phone tryna talk code, hit me on my FaceTime
Like fuck a 30, all my sticks come drumline
All these bitches on my heels, go on and get in line (Right there)
I can't even kick it with the bitch
I hang up, she can't even finish line
All them plan b's, she took, she worse than Columbine
(rip)
How she eat the kids, her slogan, no child left behind
I'm never in too deep, don't got no feelings, I'm in the streets
Getting bows with my folks in Tennessee, my only job to keep P
I ain't seen her in a minute, I just know she missing me
Bae, I been chasing that money, just like a dog and a flea
I know i be drawling, that money calling
Tell me if you all in, my heart scarred, baby
If I lose your love, appeal it, heart cold, I need a pelle
Lil' mama so cold like the broad that be with Nelly
(ashanti)
I'm rolling off the pill, she destined to have my child like Kelly
(rowland)
The weed I'm blowing on don't shower, boy, I know you smell me
If the opps put money on my heart, you would collect a bounty
Let a **** play, fuck a hundred, we send a thousand rounds
When I'm in LA, I fuck with Jordan, you know it's going down (jordan downs)
Lil' bitch thought she was it
I guess she right, she known to fuck with clowns
Sending packs east, my trunk obese, it hold a thousand pounds
Getting pounds gone with ease, I feel like Jenny Craig
I got them boxes gone on a Friday, ****, I feel like Craig
I'm in 1010 with a bad bitch, ten milli' my waistline
Don't call my phone tryna talk code, hit me on my FaceTime
Like fuck a 30, all my sticks come drumline
All these bitches on my heels, go on and get in line (Right there)
I can't even kick it with the bitch
I hang up, she can't even finish the line
All them plan b's, she took, she worse than Columbine
How she eat the kids, her slogan, no child left behind
I'm never in too deep, don't got no feelings, I'm in the streets
I thought I knew what you thought
It's just a little bit late, I guess we already done
This is feeling like catching 'cause I'm too dumb
I'm never doing the right thing so I'm so stunned
Written by: Don Kel
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