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scy jimm – ain’t original lyrics

[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 lyrics

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