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Had The Knowledge
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Had The Knowledge adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak New 11 Records tarafından 25 Haziran 2025 tarihinde yayınlandı#1 Trap Pick
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Albüm#1 Trap Pick
Çıkış Tarihi25 Haziran 2025
FirmaNew 11 Records
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Valence
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BPM72

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Malcolm Carlisle
Malcolm Carlisle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm Carlisle
Malcolm Carlisle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Malcolm Carlisle
Malcolm Carlisle
Producer

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Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
(M.F. Boy, you took drugs)
Drug, motha' ****
He ain't jiggin', what you doin'?
Quarter to a hunnid, ****, I ran it up, takin' risks
Flew to Houston with that dog shit, I got this kit from Nick
Tahoe, keep on ridin' through, I ain't gon' lie, I'm paranoid
**** goin' off saddle 'bout a bitch, can't lie, ain't never goin' (yeah)
Took a trip, he ain't make it back (okay)
Filled the truck up, number bag (filled the bag)
Filled a Chico when it met the grub (Chico)
Ain't no way a **** goin' flat (ain't no way I'm goin' flat)
Bleedin' purple jeans, showed my ass (my ass)
Bitch was ugly, but she number ass (okay)
Fucked a sack up, never had it (bitch, bitch, bitch)
Said, "Baby, that is damn bad" (bitch, bitch, bitch)
Camera's on when I'm at the spot (yeah)
In the kitchen, he ain't number pop (trap)
Filled the luggage up with number pounds
When I board the plane, took the pilot (on God)
Body filled throat with OxyContin (throat)
Bought the Rolls, ain't no sin beside me
I done fucked up two hunnid thousand
Really wish a **** had the knowledge
What you doin' if you fuck it up?
What you doin' if I front the door?
What you doin' if you send thots for everything, ****?
And they don't never come (what you doin'?)
Hunnid dollars, zipped the whole pound (yeah)
Went from sellin' hoes to breakin' down (on God)
Get 'em gone, bitch, I'm showin' off (jude)
Jude mad they can't go without it (Jude)
Took the trip, he ain't make it back (yeah)
Filled the truck up, number bag (filled that **** with bag)
Told the Chico when it met the grub (chick)
Ain't no way a **** goin' flat (yeah)
Bleedin' purple jeans, showed my ass (my ass)
Bitch was ugly, but she number ass (my ass)
Fucked a sack up, never had it (on God)
Sell baby daddy down bad (yeah)
Bought a box, could've bought a Jag (yeah)
What you need? Everything candy (yeah)
You don't need insurance on the boat (on God)
What you need? Everything candy (on God)
Trout shit, know I got a passion (trout)
Bought a brick, it might come in handy (on God)
Trout here jiggin' up a weed (jog, jog, jog)
Droppin' off, I'm still self-servin' (on God)
Why you always reppin' Trout, fat?
Screech said I brought the truck back (on God)
In and out the state every other day
Trout, how I pull a half-pack (bound)
Pull up on me, you can give the pound (on God)
Pull up on me, spend a hunnid thousand (trout)
Pulled the truck up, number bad (num-num-num-num-num)
Flew the chico when it met the grower (on God)
I know where a **** goin' flat (I know where he goin' bad)
These ain't purple jeans, show my ass (yeah)
Bitch was ugly, but she's number ass (on God)
Fucked a sack up, never had it (on God)
Sell baby daddy down bad (yeah)
Karma's on one, I'm at the spot (yeah)
In the kitchen, he eatin' number pots (in the kitchen, he eatin' number pots)
Took the luggage up with number pounds (on God)
When I board the plane, took the pot (yeah)
Body filled, throwin' ice and cottage (brrt)
Bought the Rolls, ain't no sin beside me (shit)
I done fucked up two-hundred thousand, really wish a **** had the knowledge (bitch)
Really wish a **** told me, yeah
Pussy-ass **** tried to hold me, yeah
Ha-ha-ha-ha, trout
Written by: Malcolm Carlisle

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