Vídeo musical

SCY Jimm - What You Make It (Official Music Video)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
SCY Jimm
SCY Jimm
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jimnirable Curry
Jimnirable Curry
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
relvpse
relvpse
Produzent:in
Manny "Mix" Mercado IV
Manny "Mix" Mercado IV
Mischtechniker:in

Letras

[Intro]
(Relvpse)
[Instrumental]
Ayy, life is what you make it (Yeah)
You ain't gotta fake it (You ain't gotta fake it)
Either you gon' hit the trap or you gon' go and take it (Go and take that shit)
**** after hoes, but me, I be paper chasin' (I'm after racks)
I'm 'bout that bag, when it come to money, I get so impatient
I'm tryna ball forever (Yeah)
**** wanna beef and shit when we can ball together (We can ball together)
Every time we fuck, she snatch my soul, I think this bitch the devil (Think this bitch the devil)
You having a lil' motion, but we on two different levels, ****
[Verse 1]
Got these **** mad, we having too much fun with this shit
I relapse every time I say I'm done with this bitch
I ain't tryna come if they don't let me in with that blick
**** holding they nuts, tell that hatin'-ass **** get off my dick
Old head spit that game, damn right I soaked it up
Real diamonds on my wrist, damn right I hold it up
Bitches stabbed me in my back, now my heart cold as fuck (On gang)
Hmm, you bitches bold as fuck
I ain't even thinkin' 'bout Thanksgiving, I'm tryna move a turkey, ****
Free my **** up that road who gettin' hit with jersey numbers
Right now, I'm hot, bitch, I told y'all we was goin' up this summer
Steady ducking 12, I won't go out like **** and ****
I'm too stuck up, they keep begging me to leave the trap (Huh?)
They started showing love soon as they found out I could rap (Fuck)
You ain't never sold a dime, ****, stop that cap (On gang)
Ayy, where Jay? Last **** pump faked got clapped (Glah, glah)
It took a lot of long nights to realize I'm the one (Huh?)
Know bruh clutching on that fire if I ain't got my gun
Ain't never been to Phoenix, these **** still my sons
Ayy, you can cut my legs off, I'm still gon' have a run
[Chorus]
Ayy, life is what you make it (Yeah)
You ain't gotta fake it (You ain't gotta fake it)
Either you gon' hit the trap or you gon' go and take it (Go and take that shit)
**** after hoes, but me, I be paper chasin' (I'm after racks)
I'm 'bout that bag, when it come to money, I get so impatient
I'm tryna ball forever (Yeah)
**** wanna beef and shit when we can ball together (We can ball together)
Every time we fuck, she snatch my soul, I think this bitch the devil (Think this bitch the devil)
You having a lil' motion, but we on two different levels, ****
Written by: Jimnirable Curry
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