Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Makknificent Millyon
Makknificent Millyon
Performer
Jan Branicki
Jan Branicki
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jan Branicki
Jan Branicki
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jan Branicki
Jan Branicki
Producer
Breana Marin
Breana Marin
Producer

Lyrics

We got the kind of loving that, goes skin deep And you recognize the real inside of me If I didn't have a you, where would I be? Where would I Tell me where would I be? Where would I be? Where would I Where would I Where would I be? I'm politicking with this chick and wondering if I'ma creep her Hit her in her DM And told her I'd like to meet her Coming through, how I do, you know! Cause it's the Makk And I talk like Goldie, lay my game down flat Say she live around the corner, from the homies And she know me and them niggas up to no good And everything I'm saying is typical shit a hoe would So let me get your number I'll get up alright? (We fucking right?) Hell yeah! fucking right! Hit me with the she don't do thugs don't like mean type Used to them lames, playing games, Is what it seems like Didn't promise a fairy tale, happy ending, or DreamLife But she gave me the green light Now she like We got the kind of loving that, goes skin deep And you recognize the real inside of me If I didn't have a you, where would I be? Where would I Tell me where would I be? Where would I be? Where would I Where would I Where would I be? I'm getting at shorty like what you need? What you want? I got you We'll have these other bitches out here mad Cause they not you And all that shit you went through with your ex It don't matter Cause your edges growing back, and your ass getting fatter Thumb thugging for the Book I laugh it off cause I ain't stressing If he want it, he can get it I ain't capping, I ain't flexing Let his homies hype him up, them niggas know he can't see me Try to creep me? What! Leave that nigga sleepy But I know that's your BD, so I'ma let it ride though I need you to hit the other side go Pick up the pack, when you get back, we'll roll a sack Sit on my lap, and talk 'bout how you love the Makk cause We got the kind of loving that, goes skin deep And you recognize the real inside of me If I didn't have a you, where would I be? Where would I Tell me where would I be? Where would I be? Where would I Where would I Where would I be? So now I'm digging her moves Cause she smooth And win or lose, whatever I choose, leaves me confused Respect is not expected, but its given, cause it's real But I can't say that I love you, cause I don't know how that feels And she still with me Cause we get down like What! Told you jump, it ain't all about a nut And what we've fallen into might be something like drugs A habit, I got to have it, an addict chasing a buzz Addicted, too gone to kick it, whatever you on, I'm with it You want it? I'm coming with it I got it, or gone to get it Wonder if we'll ever be more than just friends? Maybe, yes, I don't know, no, it depends cause We got the kind of loving that, goes skin deep And you recognize the real inside of me If I didn't have a you, where would I be? Where would I Tell me where would I be? Where would I be? Where would I Where would I Where would I be?
Writer(s): Jan Branicki, Jamal Gordon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out