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Morocco
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Morocco was released on July 17, 2026 by APLCO as a part of the album Morocco - Single
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Music Video

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dejaurn Warren
Dejaurn Warren
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Madz
Young Madz
Producer

Lyrics

Mm-Na, turn that up, Young Madz
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I just flew Marrakesh, go link my habibi
No socks or sandals, I’ve been earthing, walking freely
I still get vexed when I try new foods
Back then would’ve just said, “Yuck” but I’m tryna improve and not be rude
I might give it a taste or two
No way can she ask me to taste her cooch'
I think home girl’s mad in her head, tryna be halal and keep it subtle
But can’t help notice the back on her friend
Who’s dookie raising his chest? Would’ve backed the machine if I was back on the ends
Back my nank or rock these men, you ain’t gotta tell me, I’m looking blend
Shawty done already broke her neck
It’s the start of the year, I just flew Marrakesh
Let me clear up my mind and go and reset
Still not in my bag, get nowhere near, consistency, I’ma drop all year
Came out of neutral, I’m in third gear
I might times by ten what I did last year
Said I’m racist, white girls I prefer tryna trap me, some girls make me scared
I’m coming for all that’s mine this year, if it’s not 'bout money, that shit gets aired
Shit was funny ‘til corn got aired, toot, I’ll shot like Alan Shearer
Or do it with the minions, make them lure
When I sounded the spinner, don’t stand in clear
Before I locked off the barber shop in Point, used go link Patrick to trim man’s hair
I call him, we switch it back, done stepped two spinners up, tit-for-tat
You come around here, that’s armed response, I am that lad
Open carry, the wooden hand, wave my arm, my arms a fan
‘Bout pull up on who? We coil and shoot then go link bro, like, “Salam my akh”
I just flew Marrakesh, go link my habibi
No socks or sandals, I’ve been earthing, walking freely
I still get vexed when I try new foods
Back then would’ve just said, “Yuck” but I’m tryna improve and not be rude
I might give it a taste or two
No way can she ask me to taste her cooch'
I just flew Marrakesh, go link my habibi
No socks or sandals, I’ve been earthing, walking freely
I still get vexed when I try new foods
Back then would’ve just said, “Yuck” but I’m tryna improve and not be rude
I might give it a taste or two
No way can she ask me to taste her cooch'
Get hit with a shotty, that man’s, “Kapoof”
Bootings, I’ve got proof, tell me a thing that you done for your block
Cah me, I’m the man they call to shoot
Signed or not, I won’t sell these boots, I’m still tryna source these 32s
Back then, got bumped by the yardie, man paid 50 pound per corn, that’s rude
I still got peng ones saying I’m leng, I take offence if they call me cute
She’s saying Authentic’s her favourite tune
My Lambeth tings preferred by the routing
I’m the hardest out and they know that’s true
Gotta be consistent, no excuse, I’m not too fast if her hands ain’t done
But she got shit toes, I’m telling her, “Who?”
I call him, we switch it back, done talked 'bout the shotty I kept at nans
Put your hands in the air if your machine claps
One hand in the air if you slapped a man
Take a moment of silence
I went off topic, forgot the plan, next time I’ll talk ‘bout the holiday akh
I just flew Marrakesh, go link my habibi
No socks or sandals, I’ve been earthing, walking freely
I still get vexed when I try new foods
Back then would’ve just said, “Yuck” but I’m tryna improve and not be rude
I might give it a taste or two
No way can she ask me to taste her cooch'
I just flew Marrakesh, go link my habibi
No socks or sandals, I’ve been earthing, walking freely
I still get vexed when I try new foods
Back then would’ve just said, “Yuck” but I’m tryna improve and not be rude
I might give it a taste or two
No way can she ask me to taste her, yuck
Written by: Dejaurn Warren
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