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F.E
15
Hip-Hop/Rap
F.E was released on August 7, 2026 by Puablo15 as a part of the album KING PUABLO
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Release DateAugust 7, 2026
LabelPuablo15
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Puablo15
Puablo15
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pierre Oliver
Pierre Oliver
Lyrics
D. Stepney
D. Stepney
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pierre Oliver
Pierre Oliver
Producer

Lyrics

Produce a llama on your snitches, because we body rock.
Fuck all that pretty boy shit we blaming with the knocks.
I don't need no approval from you dick faces.
Y'all too Hollywood for me.
Y'all be slick hating.
They say love would get you killed and all the truth will.
I'm something different.
I ain't on that bay hamster wheel.
I knock a hole between a washer and a dryer.
I'm really him.
Bitch, I got this whole town on fire.
I got an ice box with my heart, you should be.
Bitch say she really, really miss me, then pay me.
Pretty bitch in the back singing off key or baby daddy bought his 1st gun.
He think he in the streets.
That **** caught and a rapper, like iced tea.
I'm Middleton. 30 all on me and Applebee.
I came a long way from blended boy in a double tree.
Chill, baby. Put the pills where the cuckoo be.
Lame ****.
All y'all do is hang with a foo foo bee.
Keep running your mouth and you gonna run into a 223.
Because I ain't going weird for weird with nobody.
Because if I gotta choose meaning, fuck everybody.
Fuck everybody.
Fuck everybody.
Fuck everybody.
**** fuck everybody.
Get up on my way.
I get up on my face.
West up one in his face.
FUC, ain't had a **** with my friends, he'd be his friends at the end, his bitch ass told on me soon as we hit the pin, because motherfuckers, daddy, auntie.
And your granny, I'll be feeling like that.
If you funk with my family, city was free, bitch.
Really a G, get your way as B, man.
Own center street, own school lunch.
You spill a ****'s feet.
I'm more shy, lace, bitch, stepping in my face, a real Oakland, baby, this way you don't like me.
Got pull on me while you can't fight me.
Were you mad?
I fuck with who fuck with me?
Hey, keep it selling.
You grew up on DB.
Bitch, you was me, then on your knees.
How you mad and all your brother own teas?
Bitch, ****.
Fuck everybody.
Fuck everybody.
Fuck everybody.
****, fuck everybody.
Written by: D. Stepney, Pierre Oliver
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