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whitney
Hip-Hop/Rap
whitney was released on July 31, 2026 by putrid as a part of the album whitney - Single
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Release DateJuly 31, 2026
Labelputrid
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
lattuhs
lattuhs
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ashad t graves
ashad t graves
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ashad t graves
ashad t graves
Producer

Lyrics

These **** tryna fine me for a thousand dollars, I don't have that much
Fuck y'all **** talking 'bout? I ain't got that, ****
Don't fuck with me
****, I'ma slime on y'all block with my Glock out
Whip out my dick, she see, let's go
Might dub this bitch, I don't need no ho
She so lost, like she Nemo
I'ma play this ho like BMO
Chrome Glock, CS:GO
Can't fuck with no peons, bro, I just want this creature ho
She don't even know
If you want that feature, bro, you gotta pay that dough
Ketchup my cup, like, pour up
Like subzero, froze up
Why you acting like you know me
Poser, poser
Oh my god, oh, woah, oh, woah
Cook up, like, bitch, what
Oh, woah, oh, woah
Bitch, I ball like Dennis Rod
I'ma throw it up, throw it up
This ho got coke in her nose, like Whitney
I'm so geeked, I'm off these Bennies
She want love, I just want fifties
Bitch not wifey, she want Fendi
Oh, woah, I ain't seen you in a minute
In her water, tryna go swimming
Say you hate me, think you meant it
Tortured soul, I'm so tormented
Her mind so gone, she's demented
These racks be gone, I stay spending
But if I want it, I always get it
I stay so gone, I be spinning
On my own, I keep winning
Smoke pressure, yeah, buttfuck a ho
They be sinning, so stressful, yeah
I just wanna bless you, yeah
Do I impress you, woah
You know, you know I only want the best for you
Whip out my dick, she see, let's go
Might dub this bitch, I don't need no ho
She so lost, like she Nemo
I'ma play this ho like BMO
Chrome Glock, CS:GO
Can't fuck with no peons, bro, I just want this creature ho
She don't even know
If you want that feature, bro, you gotta pay that dough
Ketchup my cup, like, pour up
Like subzero, froze up
Why you acting like you know me
Poser, poser
Oh my god, oh, woah, oh, woah
Cook up, like, bitch, what
Oh, woah, oh, woah
Bitch, I ball like Dennis Rod
I'ma throw it up, throw it up
This ho got coke in her nose, like Whitney
I'm so geeked, I'm off these Bennies
She want love, I just want fifties
Bitch not wifey, she want Fendi
Oh, woah, I ain't seen you in a minute
In her water, tryna go swimming
Say you hate me, think you meant it
Tortured soul, I'm so tormented
Her mind so gone, she's demented
These racks be gone, I stay spending
But if I want it, I always get it
I stay so gone, I be spinning
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
Why you acting like you know me
Poser, poser
I'm a rascal, I'm a rascal
Poser, poser
Written by: ashad t graves
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