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no cints
Hip-Hop/Rap
no cints was released on June 19, 2026 by Devoted Records as a part of the album imperial
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Release DateJune 19, 2026
LabelDevoted Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sudong
Sudong
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerahmi Lamar Marshall
Jerahmi Lamar Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sudong
Sudong
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, Sudong
Been a minute, Been a minute yeah, trying to get back in there
Had to get back to my real voice, you know what I'm saying
Enough AI
It Don't make no cints, It Don't make no cints
It Don't make no cints, nooo It Don't make no cints
It Don't make no cints, It Don't make no cints
It Don't make no cints, **** It Don't make no cints
It don't make no cints, pull up in a Fishbowl, car with no tint
Still ridin' round gettin' bent
Savin' all these hoes, call me Clark Kent
Just call me frequent, yeah I wanna fuck
But only with your consent, got me harder than cement
Just let you know my intent, before you come to my apartment
I don't want no argument, I come in dis bitch starting shit
The baby daddy starter kit, I know I'm not the bargain with
It Don't make no cints, It Don't make no cints
It Don't make no cints, nooo It Don't make no cints
It Don't make no cints, It Don't make no cints
It Don't make no cints, **** It Don't make no cints
Give you nine shots if, you show me your left titty
You know what it is, if that bitch left with me
Quagmyre, giggity, giggity, giggity, giggity, giggity, giggity
Moves to the bar, still fuck up the city
Fuckin' up lungs and fuckin' up kidneys
Biddy get lady, I know that she gritty
Seditty and pretty, I fuck up the kitty
She fat, call her piggy, we Bobbie and Whitney
Holding her thick knee, up while I'm hitting
She tryna thread my needle, she knitting
Kids in her mouth, she babysitting
It Don't make no cints, It Don't make no cints
It Don't make no cints, nooo It Don't make no cints
It Don't make no cints, It Don't make no cints
It Don't make no cints, **** It Don't make no cints
It don't make no sense, if it don't make you happy
You don't have to shave, baby, I'ma eat it nappy
Eat that Laffy Taffy, Mama Sita call me pappy
Caught me in the shower, it wasn't me, like I'm Shaggy
Baby kinda flabby, and she kinda chatty
Talking while I'm nappy, but she got a fatty
Or she got some money, whichever one come first
Told all my sons, better dive in the head first
It Don't make no cints, It Don't make no cints
It Don't make no cints, nooo It Don't make no cints
It Don't make no cints, It Don't make no cints
It Don't make no cints, **** It Don't make no cints
Written by: Jerahmi Lamar Marshall
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