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overwatch adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Artist Partner Group tarafından 31 Ağustos 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıoverwatch - Single
31 Ağustos 2026
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[Chorus]
48 make you Harlem Shake
Slide to the crib if you want dick today (chxncex, saan ka pupunta?)
LA to the A
No, you can't have my bae, lil' bitch too crazy
Been dragged through the mud, but I'm here to stay
Thick ho got pudge, want dick in her face
She got the strawberry shortcake, I want a taste (Woo)
Got Will in the kitchen, he flippin' them steaks (Woo)
48— 48 raygun 'cause it got tracer
Thick— thick slut with short hair like Tracer
So much love from my city, should've been the mayor
Fuck, thick ho from the projects said I'm too player
Glock 48 and a 19 came with a laser (Woo)
This ho a dragon, got my sword out, I'm gon' slay her
Hit Chubby Skewers, but I'm really tryna fuck my waiter
Fuck hoes, all types of flavors, I couldn't be racist (Woo)
Cuttin' up on the highway, who tryna drag race?
Been fucked that slut, yeah, you couldn't even get to first base
Me and slime in the bakery, been countin' up cake
Keep joshin' 'round in this bitch, your ass get Drac'd
Celine cologne on me how I took your bae
Got three hoes on me wanna be my main
[Verse 1]
Young D-Rose, just pass me the ball, I'ma make it
Got two Glocks on me, but I ain't Max Payne
Two shots and his dumbass finna lay there
Get popped, tryna fuck with LNF, yeah
Tats on my arms, and my legs, and my belly, and my head
Crack a seal, can't, man, I see red
Pop ecstasy, fuck ****, he on shit
This opp been waitin' to talk my shit
Hit a opp out the park, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mets
I put a Chrome Rolex on your motherfuckin' head
Been fly since I was a jit, they was callin' me jet
My blick tan, talk a lot of shit just like Ted
I wanna be Mercy, pop whole lot of meds
Me and yrsci in the stu' cookin', gip off the ket'
Mama told me since I was a jit, I was 'bout my bread
You ain't really been through shit, these tears I shed
This ho keep hittin' my line, told her, "Just text"
I wanna be Mercy, pop whole lot of meds
Me and yrsci in the stu' cookin', gip off the ket'
Mama told me since I was a jit, I was 'bout my bread
You ain't really been through shit, these tears I shed
This ho keep hittin' my line, told her, "Just text"
This ho keep hittin' my line, told her, "Just text"
This ho keep hittin' my line, told her, "Just text" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Double cup, double cup, yeah, yeah
Dirty cup, dirty cup, ew
Purple up, pour me up (Yeah)
I sip Tris for lunch (What?)
Draco, that bitch tucked, huh (Brrt, Draco)
Bi-bi-bitch ****, better not buck (Haha)
Draco, that bitch tucked (Draco, Draco)
Huh, bi-bi-bitch ****, you'll get bust (Haha)
Hop in the back of the bus
Told that ho, "Better eat me up" (Ooh)
Huh, ski mask, I'm masked up
Walk in this bitch, they don't know it's us (Haha)
Ski mask on my mans, huh (Brrt)
Sk-sk-ski mask on my mans (Blick, set)
Ski mask on my mans, huh (Say, Red)
Sk-sk-ski mask on my mans (Haha)
I got dead friends, all my friends, they dead men (Woo, yeah)
Call me Redman (Set), hoodie on top of my red dreads (SuWoop, woo)
I got bread, yeah (I got bread, ha), shawty know I'm a breadhead (Ha)
**** better duck his head, 005 got these fuck—
[Chorus]
48 make you Harlem Shake
Slide to the crib if you want dick today (chxncex, saan ka pupunta?)
LA to the A
No, you can't have my bae, lil' bitch too crazy
Been dragged through the mud, but I'm here to stay
Thick ho got pudge, want dick in her face
She got the strawberry shortcake, I want a taste (Woo)
Got Will in the kitchen, he flippin' them steaks (Woo)
48— 48 raygun 'cause it got tracer
Thick— thick slut with short hair like Tracer
So much love from my city, should've been the mayor
Fuck, thick ho from the projects said I'm too player
Glock 48 and a 19 came with a laser (Woo)
This ho a dragon, got my sword out, I'm gon' slay her
Hit Chubby Skewers, but I'm really tryna fuck my waiter
Fuck hoes, all types of flavors, I couldn't be racist (Woo)
Cuttin' up on the highway, who tryna drag race?
Been fucked that slut, yeah, you couldn't even get to first base
Me and slime in the bakery, been countin' up cake
Keep joshin' 'round in this bitch, your ass get Drac'd
Celine cologne on me how I took your bae
Got three hoes on me wanna be my main
Written by: Artemus Henry, Jamari Spencer-Brown
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