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Bleed Out
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bleed Out was released on March 20, 2026 by Ashlen Jordan as a part of the album Bleed Out - Single
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Release DateMarch 20, 2026
LabelAshlen Jordan
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM102

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ashlen Jordan
Ashlen Jordan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashlen Mathis
Ashlen Mathis
Songwriter
Bakary Milon
Bakary Milon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bakary beats
Bakary beats
Producer

Lyrics

Bitch chose up on the team then
How the fuck you finna try and be team now?
Mistook me for the wrong **** on High Street
If he shot me, you would probably let me bleed out
I wasn't really tryna fuck, that was pretend
That don't mean that you gotta let the team down
88 he Got mopped in a white t
Nobody guaranteed to make it home clean, damn
She a singer in a choir band
So I know that it's space in her diaphragm
What's your record need to know about your prior thens
Said " you Columbus, boy, you know you a pioneer "
But I know you a lie, baby, you a lie, baby
How you know your way between eight and five-eighty? Ayy
Caution to the wind when they eyes dilated
How you been so many places with a five-star rating? Damn
If she ain't from the East, then she foreign to me
Better learn how to breathe when a corpse in the street
Surgery look a little bit distorted to me
No, I can't do a ten if her torso a three, ayy
Fire, I wanna see your face when this place light up
Don't be on the web, they got fake spider
In your bed, look you dead in the face, my love
I remember when
Bitch chose up on the team then
How the fuck you finna try and be team now?
Mistook me for the wrong **** on High Street
If he shot me, you would probably let me bleed out
I wasn't really tryna fuck, that was pretend
That don't mean that you gotta let the team down
88 he Got mopped in a white t
Nobody guaranteed to make it home clean, damn
She came French tip over French bread
Like a currency, royal blue and her text read, ayy
Never tell a soul when your legs spread
I delivered on my promise, but she said her ex fed, ayy
Think about what's her name when we fuck
'Cause her pussy a little better, but your head number one
Go to church all you want, you could never be a nun
Girl, you know why you here, put your hair in a bun
You deserve a trophy for that shit
Tryna go to Heaven, but my soul in her mattress
Ever seen an eater start foldin' a napkin?
She want a rerun and I told her what's happenin'
Ayy, fire, I wanna see your face when this place light up
Don't be on the web, they got fake spider
In your bed, look you dead in the face, my love
I remember when
Tired of watered-down ass ****
If she was a cup of liquor, I would down that bitch
How he end up in the deep? Someone drown that ****
Drown that ****, drown that ****, damn
Tired of watered-down ass ****
If she was a cup of liquor, I would down that bitch
How he end up in the deep? Someone drown that ****
Drown that ****, drown that ****, damn
Written by: Ashlen Mathis, Bakary Milon
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