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artist
Baby Mel
Drought
594
Hip-Hop/Rap
Drought adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Motown Records tarafından 17 Temmuz 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıDrought - Single
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AlbümDrought - Single
Çıkış Tarihi17 Temmuz 2026
FirmaMotown Records
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM73

GENEL BAKIŞ

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Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Mel
Baby Mel
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaquerius Mack
Jaquerius Mack
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer
Carl Walker
Carl Walker
Mixing Engineer
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
Mastering Engineer, Immersive Mixing Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

How you talk that shit? Can't back it up, I don't think you seein' me
Ridin' 'round too deep, two fullies a piece, we tryna face a ****
Everywhere I go never stop swingin', trap that bitch out (That bitch slow)
I'm the type these **** hate on, turn up even in a drought (Even in a drought)
I'm the type to never go broke, hide racks at my mama house (Yeah)
She the type to eat the dick up good and go ghost, bae, I miss you (I miss you)
I'm a player, she tried to fuck first night, gave her the run around (Yeah)
Always sneak that bitch up in the club, security couldn't pat me down (Couldn't pat me down)
Trish on ice, this shit like two fifty a zip, can't put it down (Nah, for real)
We control the market, this shit on the floor
Pockets fat as fuck off turkey bags, make ten K off a 'bow (Make ten K off a—)
Ayy, your baby daddy a runner man, we sent him to the store (Sent him to the store)
And you know we havin' real motion, only come for some lows (Real motion)
Know some real trappers, don't sell halves, only sellin' wholes (Trap, trap)
Yeah, yeah, got this shit up on the floor, let's see how fast this shit can go (Pew)
I'm gon' always fuck with nephew 'cause I make them prices low (Yeah)
Real trap shit, beat up the street, only duckin' police
Bad lil' bitch, she don't like dope boys, but she gon' fuck with me
Fill the trunk up, hit the slab, I'ma smash if I see police (Smashin')
Got this shit straight out the trap, most of these **** wannabes (Trap, trap)
How you talk that shit? Can't back it up, I don't think you seein' me
Ride 'round too deep, two fullies a piece, we tryna face a **** (Grrt)
Everywhere I go never stop swingin', trap that bitch out (Trap)
I'm the type these **** hate on, turn up even in a drought (In a drought)
I'm the type to never go broke, hide racks at my mama house (Yeah, at my mama house)
She the type to eat the dick up good and go ghost, bae, I miss you (Zaytoven, bae, I miss you)
I'm a player, she tried to fuck first night, gave her the run around (Yeah)
Always sneak that bitch up in the club, security couldn't pat me down (Couldn't pat me down)
Trish on ice, this shit like two fifty a zip, can't put it down (Yeah)
We control the market, this shit on the floor
On the floor
Pockets fat as fuck off turkey bags, make ten K off a 'bow
Ayy, your baby daddy a runner man, we sent him to the store
(Start the bitch over, Carl)
Written by: Jaquerius Mack, Xavier Dotson

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