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FDA Approved
Hip-Hop/Rap
FDA Approved was released on July 4, 2025 by TEAMHAVINENT as a part of the album Team Havin, Vol. 1
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Release DateJuly 4, 2025
LabelTEAMHAVINENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
303DLO
303DLO
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'Angelo Gordon
D'Angelo Gordon
Songwriter
Devean Gordon
Devean Gordon
Songwriter
Larry Herron
Larry Herron
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Larry Herron
Larry Herron
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I don't even need no stick, I keep it with me just because
**** pockets empty like why the fuck you pop out to the club
My blick go both ways, you would think this bitch a stud
Walk up in a strip, it was hot, I changed the weather, made it flood
I bought a teller out of one, the sensei always keep his gun
She ain't clock out for breaks, the bitch still ate me like I'm lunch
Dumb ass **** got a bag, and when it blew it just like the Suns
I keep puffin' on the wham, the shit be fuckin' up my lungs
Think your bitch need a chiropractor, the way I broke her back
Get a bag, flip the shit and now we on our way to sax
If I get a bag, my brother get one too, we got a match
End up doggin' out my hoes, but got good intentions like I'm mad
I think I need a weight trainer, my pockets gettin' fat
TH walk up in the section and turn it up just like a frat
It's a bonus for that boy, but he missin, he probably wack
We can teach you how to have the shit you rap about, it's cap
Your bitch address me by the truth, she know I got the answers
Once I hit shorty, I got the actin' funny, Adam Sandler
Told a opp **** that he don't want no smoke, it come with cancer
Certified haver, the way I'm bout a buck, I need some antlers
Said you was headed to the top, but what's your ETA
Said let a **** act an ass, go give him BTA
Out in disguise with a bitch, can't do no PDA
The way this wham hittin, need a warning from the FDA
I turn the wheel and slide this bitch like I'm stealing third
I hit this bitch with no words, I damn near turned to ferb
My way or the highway, I left her on the curb
Touched my ice up 33, I'm comin' Larry Bird
I don't even need no stick, I keep it with me just because
**** pockets empty, like why the fuck you pop out to the club
My blick go both ways, you would think this bitch a stud
Walk up in the strip, it was hot, I changed the weather, made it flood
I bought a Teller out of ones, the sensei always keep his gun
She ain't clock out for break, the bitch still ate me like I'm lunch
Jump ass **** got a bag, and when it blew, it just like the sun
I keep puffin' on the wham, this shit be fuckin' up my lungs
I keep puffin' on the wham, this shit be fuckin' up my lungs
I got a bag, that's why I did it, just because
I got a bag, that's why I did it, just because, bitch
Written by: D'Angelo Gordon, Devean Gordon, Larry Herron
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