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lirik lagu ain’t original – scy jimm

[intro: scy jimm]
(aye venzo stay the f*ck out the kitchen)
f*ck a ni**a
big t2t ni**a
big scy sh*t n**ga
sack chasin youngin ni**a

[chorus: scy jimm]
she act like she don’t want me bet this money make her f*ck
gotta keep that glizzy in the hood i got it tucked
they tryna figure out how i’m blowing racks and still up
trying to put my ni**as on what you think i’m chasing m’s for
(m’s ni**a)
hunnid racks off of digital (yeah)
jimm he ain’t original (huh)
[?] with me and i’m gone finish him (huh)
all them long nights scr*pping pots i still remember them (on gang)
he ain’t tryna get no f*cking bag i ain’t no friend of him ([?])

[verse 1: scy jimm]
they told me don’t rush i’m taking my time with this sh*t
(time with this sh*t)
do whatever i want if i just put my mind to this sh*t (mind to this sh*t)
they wanna take my life got my riding with a bl!ck (on gang)
she ask me if i love her, yeah i lied to the b*tch ( [?] )
praying lord forgive me for my sins (huh)
i’m standing on all ten
i see you p*ssy through these lens (come on man)
all those times ni**as counted me out i’m thinking about revenge
(the f*ck)
ni**as caught me slippin once bet they won’t do that sh*t again
(on gang ni**a)
stuck off in the trap this rap sh*t got me taking flight (phew phew)
i was trying to get a bag, door sw*nging all night (yeah)
he claims he a big dawg, but he all bark and no bite (come on man)
i don’t see these ni**as i took off they ain’t nowhere in sight (gang)
lil jimm a bread winner (yeah yeah) i love countin dead ni**as (yeah)
i don’t want to conversate you talking to the fed’s ni**a
(what the f*ck)
make some shake while i’m sober don’t nee meds ni**a
(i dont need meds ni**a)
think before you act about lil jimm they bussin heads ni**a (on gang)
[chorus: scy jimm]
she act like she don’t want me bet this money make her f*ck
gotta keep that glizzy in the hood i got it tucked (glah glah)
they tryna figure out how i’m blowing racks and still up
(come on man)
trying to put my ni**as on what you think i’m chasing m’s for
(m’s ni**a)
hunnid racks off of digital (yeah)
jimm he ain’t original (huh)
[?] with me and i’m gone finish him (huh)
all them long nights scr*pping pots i still remember them (on gang)
he ain’t tryna get no f*cking bag i ain’t no friend of him ([?])

[verse 2: blp kosher]
they used to laugh now they want to work i don’t remember them
now they gas it up but they were never genuine
let them hallows smoke i’m getting bread it’s still leavening
scy i f*ck with jimm he rock with benjamin’s
some died and some switched sides so i feel all alone
but imma still wear that dreidel around my collar bone
and i don’t wanna step unless it’s on cobble stone
they got no motion so pick a part i call it auto zone
fake blood them boys bap, you got baptized
dump the glizzy in the ocean now its baptized
florida, atlantic i hand my papers to them frat guys
it’s high tie; they’re dead b*tterflies, so i antagonize
two birds with one stone or one bird with two rocks
there’s a reason jeffery wicked me up with only two locks
the clip curve i got a kaine like that boy duwap
the rest of them gone cop a deuce i’m about down to two opps
( wadlllt, ay )
[outro: scy jimm]
she act like she don’t want me bet this money make her f*ck
gotta keep that glizzy in the hood i got it tucked (glah glah)
they tryna figure out how i’m blowing racks and still up
(come on man)
trying to put my ni**as on what you think i’m chasing m’s for
(m’s ni**a)
hunnid racks off of digital (yeah)
jimm he ain’t original (huh)
[?] with me and i’m gone finish him (huh)
all them long nights scr*pping pots i still remember them (on gang)
he ain’t tryna get no f*cking bag i ain’t no friend of him ([?])

- scy jimm

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