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Message!
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Message! was released on April 16, 2026 by TaySoja! as a part of the album Message! - Single
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Release DateApril 16, 2026
LabelTaySoja!
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TaySoja!
TaySoja!
Background Vocals, Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demonte Ragston
Demonte Ragston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TaySoja!
TaySoja!
Engineer
Demonte Ragston
Demonte Ragston
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, uh, yeah, you dont wanna see me hop out of that car
Yeah, I put that shit on, baby, when I step out, I'm a star
I done made it far, roll that gas up im on Mars
Seven, six, two's in the Drac, get hit with this bitch, you gon' park
Can't fuck with ****, cause they fake
And they act like a bunch of marks
I keep my grass cut for these snakes, but
Sometimes I don't for to see who play they part
I been out the way just making music, going up on these charts
Ion know what these bitches on, they keep all blowing up my phone
Yea im high like some, yeah, yea im high sum like a drone
Shit i almost staid it wrong Yeah, this shit is off the dome
I go in without a phone I make songs off of my phone
Catch you lacking while you out at practice You won't make it home
I walk shit down and get shit gone
TaySoja! make bad bitches moan
I had to let that shit be known Cause
I don't know what these bitches on
I smoke gas, yeah, I smoke strong And I kick doe run in yo home
Like Mike Jack Im bad to the bone We fight back we crack **** dome
Ill cut a bitch off cause I tone Ill ride for my dog wrong or wrong
I can switch up
Huh
Yeah these **** they know what it is When they see my face
Hop out of that truck Yeah I bending the block soon as I get the drop
And I'm leaving a fuck **** stuck
Yeah, I don't fuck with nobody
You play with this shit
And get shot like fuck, ****, what?
Yeah, don't play, I'll put belt to that butt
Yeah, I was down for a while, now I'm up
Yeah, what the fuck?
Yeah, these **** don't wanna see my face hop out of that truck
Don't trust that hoe, cause that bitch goin
Arigato's on my feet, bitch
These are not Rick Owens
I walk down and let that heat spit
You know how that's goin'
I can't go, I be on defense
Fuck ****, I ain't goin'
Stack that money taller than a tree, bitch
For the days it be pourin
I walk shit down with ease
I got your bitch on her knees
To her doors, I got the keys
Ill wipe your nose if you ain't sneeze
I ain't Moses, but I could get deep in that ocean in Part sea
Riding around the city and I'm strapped like a car seat
Thank you
Written by: Demonte Ragston
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