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Denzel Freestyle
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Denzel Freestyle was released on April 14, 2026 by Southland Entertainment LLC as a part of the album Denzel Freestyle - Single
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Release DateApril 14, 2026
LabelSouthland Entertainment LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Damez
Damez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damién Henderson
Damién Henderson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Akseli Ottelin
Akseli Ottelin
Producer
BeatsbyDiice
BeatsbyDiice
Producer

Lyrics

Yo
Bitches on my dick, I think I'm too addicting
He was just a fuck, but now he tricking, it's conflicting
I got him cashin' out in Saks while he reminiscin'
He gone be them people's main suspect if I come up missin'
So many goofy **** dissin' with no pot to piss in (Tuh)
Call me Damez, I always glisten, when I talk, they listen
Said he not the sharing type, he want me all to hisself
But what I want is this designer ****, straight from the shelf
Can you buy me some new ice or some new wheels for my whip?
He said "just hit me with the price, baby don't even trip"
Snowstorm on his neck, he keep some heat on his hip
For me he blow through a check because he like how it grip
Still clearing **** like I got a TSA badge
Bitch I'm Damez, give a fuck about the shit that they had
You can stay mad, I'm still winning if I may add
Me and the money like my legs, **** we go way back
Don't compare me to him, I swear these bitches is buggin'
I'm steady setting the trends and I'm still who they discussing
All 10s in the face, I tongue him down when he bussin'
And don't pull out no fuckin' poppers man that shit smell disgusting (Ew!)
I'm so sick of fucking politics and white boys hogging scholarships
These economic hollow tips, shit feel like the apocalypse
My confidence is soaring like I'm on a fucking rocket ship
My pockets is shrinking now, it's thanks to my psychologist
Should probably just call that **** up and fuck him three times
Ignore the street signs, he speeding to me for this blessing
You hungry, ****? (Huh?) Eat me like I'm yo last supper
From East Point down to Tucker, I'm his favorite sucker
The most-hated educated faded **** God created
So elated that by now, you **** know we not related
I debated on if I should take my foot up off my haters necks
And place it on a sandy beach before I have some anal sex
My table's set, hella motion, I been taking major steps
I paid the debt, in the field like I'm a fucking majorette, a major threat
You give me any genre, Ima cook up
And now you **** never seeing me, you gots to look up
The label's shook up, if he handsome we can hook up
Versace lenses and its always Benzes when I push up
Check my expenses, just on law offenses, had me booked up
So many scrunched up faces in the spaces that I took up
Whips with no ignitions, terms with no conditions, dummy missions
Tired of these physicians telling me to find some new ambitions
Stubborn and resilient, put my face next to the definitions
When it comes to all these faux musicians, ain't no competitions
(Damez)
Woo!
Written by: Damién Henderson
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