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Winter Letters
144
Hip-Hop/Rap
Winter Letters was released on June 18, 2026 by TGR as a part of the album When It Rains, I Pour - EP
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Release DateJune 18, 2026
LabelTGR
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Mubz
Big Mubz
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Big Mubz
Big Mubz
Lyrics
JB Productions
JB Productions
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JB Productions
JB Productions
Producer

Lyrics

Shared too much blood, time we blew like a Crip
This limp's from the stick, akh, I walk like a pimp
Put her in Chanel's, does that make me a simp?
I don't think so 'cause she lets me wash it in her sink
I'm writing winter letters, I'm in Sprinter's with steppers
This olive on my wrist didn't come with any lettuce
Home's where the heart is, I swear I'm the hardest
They wanna draw me out, true say, now I'm an artist
Spray bricks like Miyagi, we the flyest of Mali's
Six shot spinner, akh, it'll lock off the party
Conversing with serial killers on their smarties
Gets kinda hard, G, but free all my dargies
You little harami, don't lie and say wallahi
You ain't once asked me for the ding-dong car key
Did I stutter, what you done for your brudda?
Dumb little kids only bad for each other
Push it in her pussy but this ain't sex
Put your trust in the Rex then send out a text
You ain't gotta rush to flex, I promise you're next
Too many G-locks and SIG's, told 'em, "Bring me a X"
I left the opp block taped while bruddas went Tape
The pot got scraped for the love of the papes
Lost two hundred racks, what a mess
I'm Sergio Busquets, akh, I can't be pressed
We ain't pretenders, defend the blocks in Defender's
This dots been about since the birth of Dot in EastEnders
Levelling in the Prius, looking lidge in his blenders
Big money spenders, decade-long lead benders
Buj came blended, the clip came extended
Akhi, watch who you're sitting in your ends with
Trappers and riders, nappers and grinders
Middle of the field with a fours like Reijnders
Heard there's two hundred on my head, pussy, triple it
I'm so sick of it, walk with a stick a bit
These sweets ain't pick'n'mix, babe, take the tip of it
You know I got light and dark like Little Mix
Profit, I'm splitting it, been bro since little shits
Wanted some tops on the block, I'm in the thick of it
I lock the barrels, two big bells aren't fitting in
I ain't sitting in, I'm making moves, pivoting
Baby girl, I need a dose of you like vitamins
Until then, I'm in the T with the kitty dem
Big Mo ain't home for like another four World Cups
Been savages since hooyo birthed us
You ain't on job, you don't mash the criteria
I ain't cry tears, judge said twenty-five years
Fourteen when hooyo said, "Why you got a knife?"
I can do six months, I can't get another life
If you get nicked, you know the word, don't say a word
Interpol grabbed me, I ain't say a word
They tried mashing work, tried give them boy a bird
Cah the word on the curb is I tried turn him herb
Written by: Big Mubz, JB Productions
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