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Aim
59
Hip-Hop/Rap
Aim was released on July 20, 2022 by Big Bizness Music Group as a part of the album Aim - Single
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Release DateJuly 20, 2022
LabelBig Bizness Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Base the Great
Base the Great
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Fuentes
Brandon Fuentes
Songwriter

Lyrics

Chorus
I tend to be keeping it simple; We get it done even if theres a wrinkle
If it's getting hot i open a window; I'm bout to reach the crescendo
My foot on the pedal, I got a couple of ****'s that aim before they say hello
They take of your pello, who you gone tell on
Wait till i pull out a range, this ain't a game we dead on
I'm glad i knew who to bet on
Heart on my sleeve i was writing these letters
As if they wasn't gone let us get lettuce
Me, i don't deal with no hidden agendas
Me, im relentless
They already tried to offend us
It's gucci cause i'm with the fellas
Hop in the sprinter, let's move on figure out what's for dinner
Verse
Moving intact with the team, when it comes to the green
Team do the work of a hunnit machines
We hot, i'm talking a hunnit degrees
And ya'll, not really fucking with me
It run in the genes, ****'s is far and between
Snakes disguised they not what it seems
Yea i'm top notch with the schemes
Peeped, now they plotting on me
That x on your back isn't off-white
In the stu i been working like all night
Can't remember when I had an off night
In love with the bread I love all types
I'm fuming just like an exhaust pipe
Its delusions they love to enable
Make a mistake it'll prolly be fatal
Yeah
Chorus
I tend to be keeping it simple; We get it done even if theres a wrinkle
If it's getting hot i open a window; I'm bout to reach the crescendo
My foot on the pedal, I got a couple of ****'s that aim before they say hello
They take of your pello, who you gone tell on
Wait till i pull out a range, this ain't a game we dead on
I'm glad i knew who to bet on
Heart on my sleeve i was writing these letters
As if they wasn't gone let us get lettuce
Me, i don't deal with no hidden agendas
Me, im relentless
They already tried to offend us
It's gucci cause i'm with the fellas
Hop in the sprinter, let's move on figure out what's for dinner
Verse 2
My **** is licensed, I callat security
On the board, I’m talking charcuterie
I get a shorty she love to go mirror me
That’s til It’s time to go and amiri me
They wanna Bury me
Take my time my **** don’t hurry me
Way I move ain’t nothing that worry me
Why would I go give ‘em the Courtesy
For I get started, I know all the movements
**** discarded, All I hear, excuses
When Im tappin in, I leave em in ruins
They would love to go see how I do it
They love watching, how a **** maneuver
**** ain’t shit, I’m the manure
The way that you do us, ya'll straight from the sewer
Ya’ll beggars an choosers, Ima connoisseur
Yeah they told me it’s risky
When I walk in they don’t frisk me
Gear double digits no six-speed
Focused on money thats indeed
Ain't worried bout bitches theres plenty
Can't deal with no bitches thats friendly
I can't trust nobody i know they tryna end me
Yeah
Chorus
I tend to be keeping it simple; We get it done even if theres a wrinkle
If it's getting hot i open a window; I'm bout to reach the crescendo
My foot on the pedal, I got a couple of ****'s that aim before they say hello
They take of your pello, who you gone tell on
Wait till i pull out a range, this ain't a game we dead on
I'm glad i knew who to bet on
Heart on my sleeve i was writing these letters
As if they wasn't gone let us get lettuce
Me, i don't deal with no hidden agendas
Me, im relentless
They already tried to offend us
It's gucci cause i'm with the fellas
Hop in the sprinter, let's move on figure out what's for dinner
Written by: Brandon Fuentes
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