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20v1
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Hip-Hop/Rap
20v1 was released on April 5, 2026 by 3186003 Records DK2 as a part of the album 3/27 - Single
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
heartkadin
heartkadin
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
kadin
kadin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
marsett
marsett
Producer

Lyrics

Yo, suck my dick
Blue Money, Blue Money, Blue Money
Twenty fuckin' bitches, twenty fuckin' hundreds, twenty fuckin' guns (Yeah)
Ain't no one-on-ones, he tryn' box some', we stop shit for fun
Smokin' so much za, I hope the green can cure my lungs (My lungs)
Know I'll be on top, I spoke it so much through my tongue (My tongue)
Yes, the yerks give me brain rot, I start to think about li'l Tung Tung
Came in the crib and ate the cock, this bitch done licked me like a DumDum
Me and Dre just got some Glocks, my **** Fanboy and I’m Chum Chum
First time chewin' down a Tesla pill, I thought it was a Tum
I been doin' drugs, shit gettin' real, and now I turned dumb
Mama told me, "Boy, go get a job, you need to do some'"
Pops taught me don't go jugg and rob, your life is worth some'
If my spirit ever leave my bod', they'll all be worrisome
Told my **** not to worry, I promise I'm gon' get it done (Yeah)
Every day I'm fuckin' workin', I got to stay up on this run
Used to think my lungs was hurtin' and I was gon' die, ****, but I'm young
I'm not Gunna, I'm not rattin', but I'm damn for sure the one (The fuckin' one, you fuckin' rat)
But I'm damn for sure the one (The fuckin' one)
This bitch keep on textin' my phone, what the fuck do you want?
If you here to just blow my dome, bitch, you need to move on
Just stay locked-in in your hot zones, who you got to prove wrong? (Who you gotta prove wrong?)
You feel me? Who the fuck you got to prove wrong? (Who you gotta prove wrong?)
****, who the fuck you got to prove wrong? (Who you gotta prove wrong?)
Yeah, you **** got to move on (Who you gotta prove wrong?), yeah
Who the fuck I got to prove wrong? (Who you gotta prove wrong? Yeah)
(Who you gotta prove wrong? Yeah)
(Who you gotta prove wrong?)
Twenty fuckin' bitches, twenty fuckin' hundreds, twenty fuckin' guns (Yeah)
Ain't no one-on-ones, he tryn' box some', we stop shit for fun
Smokin' so much za, I hope the green can cure my lungs (My lungs)
Know I'll be on top, I spoke it so much through my tongue (My tongue)
Yes, the yerks give me brain rot, I start to think about li'l Tung Tung
Came in the crib and ate the cock, this bitch done licked me like a DumDum
Me and Dre just got some Glocks, my **** Fanboy and I’m Chum Chum
First time chewin' down a Tesla pill, I thought it was a Tum
I been doin' drugs, shit gettin' real, and now I turned dumb
Mama told me, "Boy, go get a job, you need to do some'"
Pops taught me don't go jugg and rob, your life is worth some'
If my spirit ever leave my bod', they'll all be worrisome
Told my **** not to worry, I promise I'm gon' get it done
Written by: Kadin Brennan
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