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Fortune teller
7
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fortune teller was released on June 12, 2026 by reefuh as a part of the album Fortune teller - Single
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Release DateJune 12, 2026
Labelreefuh
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
reefuh
reefuh
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
reefuh
reefuh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
reefuh
reefuh
Producer

Lyrics

Don't underst—
St—
And I know I shouldn't say it
But my heart don't understand w-w-why—
Gettin' out of hand
I just took a flat, reminisce, lil' bro used to pop them Xans
He wanna drop a diss, we still got whoop-ass in a can
Shawty talkin' 'bout a kiss, I don't know what the fuck this lil' bitch sayin'
And I'm walkin through the—
Fortune teller
I could tell her I could sing, go acapella
Not no Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella
Pussy, I might rock a— rock a—
Fortune teller
I could tell her I could sing, go acapella
Not no Jay-Z
How many times you caught an opper-opper? Hella
Yeah, bust the chop, I bust the chop, I bust the chopper hella
Bust the chop, I hit your top, it just might drop a f— drop a f—
Yeah, bust the chop, I bust the chop, I bust the chopper hella
Bust the chop, I hit your top, it just might drop a fella
Pistol whip him, underhanded, my cup red, it's pomegranate
Spilled the lean, aw, damn it, dropped a bean, aw, damn it
Got so high, off planet, shawty's goin', aw, damn it
Shawty's hoin', aw, damn it, get up and get off in it
Drinkin' the lean, I don't do no coughin'
Copped the drank, shawty said she dead, bitch, get out your coffin
Gettin' to the green, folks think I play for Boston
Walk inside the store, I'ma cop that, I don't care too much what it's costin'
Money, watch it grow, yeah, gettin' out of hand
I just took a flat, reminisce, lil' bro used to pop them Xans
He wanna drop a diss, we still got whoop-ass in a can
Shawty talkin' 'bout a kiss, I don't know what the fuck this lil' bitch sayin'
And I'm walkin through the—
Fortune teller
I could tell her I could sing, go acapella
Not no Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella
Pussy, I might rock a— rock a—
Fortune teller
I could tell her I could sing, go acapella
Not no Jay-Z
How many times you caught an opper-opper? Hella
You forgot your glass shoe, aw, Cinderella
Spinnin' off them drugs, you could call me lil' propeller, uh
I'm so on the bread, you could call me lil' Nutella, uh
Lil' bro with the feds, mama called, I don't know what to tell her, uh
Heard you cut the X, I'ma have to cut the seller, uh
Shawty want some sex, I told her, "Become a seller"
Mix the Arc'teryx with the— um, Margiela, uh
C-c-cut the X, X, I told her, "Become a seller"
Written by: Lil Reefuh
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