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CONFIDENCE
10
Hip-Hop/Rap
CONFIDENCE adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Headcuttah900 tarafından 7 Kasım 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıCONFIDENCE - Single
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Çıkış Tarihi7 Kasım 2025
FirmaHeadcuttah900
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Valence
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BPM75

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MackBaybii
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No, them boys don't play no games, you mention gang, we killin' em
I'm mentally paralyzed, there's no way I'm feelin' em
We don't shoot at innocents, jump out the car like a surprise
But it is no coincidence, walk up and shoot with confidence
Five-five-sixes try to scram, them bullets ram, you better dodge
Doeh bounce out with micro, I got ARP, that's Drake and Josh
The first thing he see was me in ski, and he said, oh my Gosh
Tryna spin this block, wipe down his car like that, boy getting a wash
I remember I was broke, first thing I thought, like, who to rob
I start trappin, flippin' states, I made 10K, said, fuck a job
Mama want me out the street, she say, you too much like your pops
I seen **** tell in court, I can't claim them as my opps
I can't tell I don't eat pork, I'm out ridin round with these chops
We gon' treat yo block like Jenga, we just knock down a few blocks
Glock on me on the way to the store, fuck around, bail out in these Crocs
We be sweepin' shit like chore's, lil' bro walk down with that mop
No, them boys don't play no games, you mention gang, we killin' him
I'm mentally paralyzed, there's no way I'm feelin' him
We don't shoot at innocents, jump out the car like a surprise
But it is no coincidence, walk up and shoot with confidence
Five-five-sixes try to scram, them bullets ram, you better dodge
Doeh bounce out with micro, I got ARP, that's Drake and Josh
The first thing he see was me in ski, and he said, oh my Gosh
Tryna spin this block, wipe down his car like that boy getting a wash
I remember I was broke first thing I thought, like, who to rob
I start trappin, flippin' states, I made 10K, said, fuck a job
Mama want me out the street, she say, you too much like your pops
I seen **** tell in court, I can't claim them as my opps
I can't tell I don't eat pork, I'm out ridin round with these chops
We gon' treat your hood like Jenga, we just knock down a few blocks
Glock on me on the way to the store, fuck around, bail out in these Crocs
We be sweepin' shit like chores, lil bro walk down with that mop
Written by: Mack Baybii
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