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Greedy
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Greedy was released on May 11, 2026 by void as a part of the album Repair Lonely
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
void
void
Performer
Repair Lonely
Repair Lonely
Vocals
Alexandre Jassin
Alexandre Jassin
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexandre Jassin
Alexandre Jassin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Repair Lonely
Repair Lonely
Producer
JpBeatz
JpBeatz
Producer

Lyrics

(Haha, JP)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I was serving fiends with no scale
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
They took my brother, I got his bail
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Make sure nobody speak up on that case
Whoa, whoa, whoa
High-speed chase, they couldn't keep the pace
Bitch, better step with caution
All this codeine, I'm nauseous
Woah, woah
All of my diamonds, they flawless
Don't need to flex these dollars
Woah, woah
Look at me and holler
Two different types of ballin'
Woah, woah
Hop out the car with choppas
They don't even want no problems
Woah, woah
Yeah, all of these diamonds, they hittin'
Brand new AP no walk, no tricks
Fuck around, drop two hundred on the bitch
Ride around, drop top, keep my stick
May 25 was for my first lick
Sippin' that drink, purple in my piss
Gen 5 Glock and a thirty-round clip
All my shooters don't know how to miss
AP skeleton on my wrist
Used to cook up crack, movin' bricks
In the jungle where the snakes, they hiss
Wherever I go, this bitch gon' go, she need it (Hu)
Whoa, I put baguettes on my gang, first night, these hoes say I'm greedy
Yeah, prepare for whatever, I hop out with brand new Beretta (Haha)
Yeah, in any weather, we slidin' and takin' your cheddar
Yeah, bullets gon' rain, you gon' need you a big-ass umbrella
Yeah, I don't want none of your lovin', bitch, how the fuck do I tell you?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I was serving fiends with no scale
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
They took my brother, I got his bail
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Make sure nobody speak up on that case
Whoa, whoa, whoa
High-speed chase, they couldn't keep the pace
Bitch, better step with caution
All this codeine, I'm nauseous
Woah, woah
All of my diamonds, they flawless
Don't need to flex these dollars
Woah, woah
Look at me and holler
Two different types of ballin'
Woah, woah
Hop out the car with choppas
They don't even want no problems
Woah, woah
Written by: Alexandre Jassin
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