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Milkshake Jam (freestyle)
Hip-Hop/Rap
Milkshake Jam (freestyle) was released on June 13, 2026 by The District Below as a part of the album Doon is Coco
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Release DateJune 13, 2026
LabelThe District Below
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coco
Coco
Vocals
Doon
Doon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Ruane
Dylan Ruane
Songwriter
Kenneth Risen
Kenneth Risen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dylan Ruane
Dylan Ruane
Co-Producer
Kenneth Risen
Kenneth Risen
Co-Producer

Lyrics

A chocolate shake, and a vanilla shake, and a water
Two waters
A chocolate shake, vanilla shake, and a water
Two waters
Yep
Two waters, okay
Thank you
Alright, any prize to go with her
No
Alright, that's gonna be $6.77, please
Would you like to round up your fight child abuse
Yes
Thank you so much, $7.00
I pray to God that my hoes are on fleek
I pray to God that these hoes don't creep
I pray to God that my money never weak
I pray to God cause these bands on fleek
I know I got all the sauce
I know I be fitted with the rocks
I know I be the one on top
Making all the hard moves, baby I can't lose
Making all the money moves, take ya for a cruise
Making all the money moves, baby I can't lose
Stingy with my cash, but bitch I ain't a fucking jew
Shawty saw my fit, she said that shit was really cool
Shawty not gon' play me like a tool
I'm the one setting all the motherfucking rules
If you gon' fight me, leave with a bruise
If you gon' try me, you gon' lose
That's one quick way to find your snooze
Matter of fact, let me go ahead and take your boo
Take her back to the crib, shit and we gon' screw
After that, bitch, go ahead, find your shoes
I don't want shit no more, bitch, we done, we through
I don't want your drama talking shit in school
I just scooped up your friend smoking weed in the coop
Getting high as bitch stir it up like a stew
(Like a stew)
I pray to God that my hoes are on fleek
I pray to God that these hoes don't creep
I pray to God that my money never weak
I pray to God cause these bands on fleek
I know I got all the sauce
I know I be fitted with the rocks
I know I be the one on top
Making all the hard moves, baby, can't stop
Peace out
Written by: Dylan Ruane, Kenneth Risen
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