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Makem' Sick
17
Hip-Hop/Rap
Makem' Sick was released on July 26, 2024 by Ivy League Entertainment as a part of the album Makem' Sick - Single
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Release DateJuly 26, 2024
LabelIvy League Entertainment
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM146

Credits

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

Lyrics

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 runnin'-mouth get you nothin' if you can't walk 'em down, whew
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 wander
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 (Impatient)
Momma said she missing payments, my feet hit pavement (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 callin' 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 n— 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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