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Makem' Sick
18
Hip-Hop/Rap
Makem' Sick wurde am 26. Juli 2024 von Ivy League Entertainment als Teil des Albums Makem' Sick - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum26. Juli 2024
LabelIvy League Entertainment
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM146

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patrick Cc:
Patrick Cc:
Performer
Kwe the Artist
Kwe the Artist
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edmond Kwaku Boateng
Edmond Kwaku Boateng
Lyrics, Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Edmond Kwaku Boateng
Edmond Kwaku Boateng
Producer
Beku San
Beku San
Producer
DSANDO
DSANDO
Producer
Asher Odde
Asher Odde
Producer

Songtexte

You can't get none of that laying down
You can't get none of this right here laying down
You gotta get your funky ass up and get to it, bitch
Let's go
Let's go
Make 'em sick, turn a little to a whole lot
Make 'em sick, I'm too damn cold
Make 'em sick, X-ray gon' show a dog
Make 'em sick, wipe a **** nose
Like, "How he get this ill?" (This ill)
I trap, I scheme (I scheme)
No la-acking ('Acking)
No sla-acking, I
Make 'em sick, X-ray gon' show a dog
Make 'em sick, wipe a **** nose
It's get-money o'clock (Yeah), 25/8, huh
**** moving sloppy, me? I can't relate
Rather get my pockets stocky, stash shit by the pound
Say I'm moving cocky like I give fucks now
Huntin' down blues, I hunt 'em down
VV links, I hunt 'em down
Now, let me shine, I seen your colors now
Hoo, fuck they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' down
All that running-mouth get you nothin' if you can't walk 'em down
Phew, I stay fly like a saucer, make 'em clear their roster
She wan' be my gawker, don't be no impostor
Only want that real spill, ain't no need to wonder
Damn it, I'm the real deal, type to son your father— oof
Make 'em sick, turn a little to a whole lot
Make 'em sick, I'm too damn cold
Make 'em sick, X-ray gon' show a dog
Make 'em sick, wipe a **** nose
Damn it, I can't take it, this shit contagious
I was scrolling through bank statements and got impatient
Momma said she missing payments, my feet hit pavement
Ride off foul, I'm moving foul, bit', had to get flagrant (Woah)
I was trippin' off a bean (Bean)
Whippin' up a pack, didn't ding, would never ring (Ring)
Now, they calling back (What else?)
Hey, I'm glad that you're in, go 'head, get it off your chest
'Cause the best one would've advanced, you should show 'em that success, huh
Make 'em sick, turn a little to a whole lot
Make 'em sick, too damn cold
Make 'em sick, X-ray gon' show a dog
Make 'em sick, wipe a— nose
Like, "How he get this ill?" (This ill)
I trap, I scheme (I scheme)
No la-acking ('Acking)
No sla-acking, I
Make 'em sick, X-ray gon' show a dog
Make 'em sick, wipe a **** nose
Written by: Edmond Kwaku Boateng
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