Joyner Lucas - Zim Zimma Instrumental (Reprod.By Enl1ght)

@Enl1ght 2 жыл бұрын

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@Trey_Cole 2 жыл бұрын

This beat is so good. Also, listen to how simple the producer kept it. I like beats with lots of layers like an “all of the lights” by Kanye but this shows everyone that a simple approach can knock the trunk off your car if you mix the ingredients correctly

@tofo906 3 жыл бұрын

Enl1ght with the fire reprods again, never disappoints. Thanks for doing a reprod, this is in my top 5 from the album.

@LocalVocals 3 жыл бұрын

So fkn quick bro

@Dirty_mike_and_dem_boys 3 жыл бұрын

100% this shits fire

@braw3534 3 жыл бұрын

Zim zimma, After 2020 the U.S needs a peace keeper

@KyzaForeel 3 жыл бұрын

Up fo this 🙌🏼🔥

@LightofDestiny9244 3 жыл бұрын

Can't be the only one who envies that picture of Joyner.

@pylbetajv 3 жыл бұрын

You the red head kid in the picture ?

@pureverb 3 жыл бұрын

This is fire dude

@Bee4Brendan Жыл бұрын

This song has the perfect tempo for a freestyle, sounds like Halloween, it sound grimy in between like it spent five nights at Freddy’s and it didn’t scream

@lilace2614 3 жыл бұрын

lets go

@doraynceking917 3 жыл бұрын

Zim zimma (zim zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I ain't no, ain't no, yeah I want a 'Rari, I'm feelin' godly (woah) Wonder how much that gon' cost me, they feelin' saucy (buck, buck) Niggas know that I'm a problem, they'll never solve me (buck, buck, buck) If you came to start some drama, then bring a army I've been goin' fuckin' fast and it got me swervin' I know that I'm a child of god, but they want me cursed in I've been trappin' out the Ozark, I'm Marty Byrdin' (oh, oh) And I've been hard at work, yeah, ho, you just hardly workin' If it wasn't for this rap shit, I'd be movin' kilos Front the pack from my connect then cop a few casinos Used to fake it 'til I made it just to boost my ego Stashin' money in my shirt, they thought I grew some chichos, oh no I got some new wheels, uh-uh Tired of kids, they think that we in school still, ah-ah Play me, you gon' find out how the tool feel, ah-ah Fuck around and you gon' find out who's real, ah-ah Who, yeah, ah-ah Zim zimma (zim zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' beamer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could Play with, nigga, that's dangerous (oh) Told 'em I was raised in the basement Twin AKs in the playpen Take your face, rearrange it I can turn eggs into bacon (yeah) I can serve base with a apron Niggas been waitin' to hate it (true) I got a Beamer and I'm anxious to race it Vroom right past you (vroom right past you) Cops keep followin' a nigga, that's bad news I don't like hassles (I don't like hassles) Suckin' down Remy and I'm feelin' like Papoose Hope I don't crash you (hope I don't crash you) Lil' bird bitch with me and I call a ho Zazu Mind your bidness (mind your bidness) Fuck your opinion, nobody asked you, woah Look (yeah), this that wap-wap shit (yeah) Shit'll make a nigga wanna stop, drop, shit (buck) Roll when you hit 'em with the Glock-Glock, bitch (buck, buck) Semi-automatic if a nigga really think he want static Now a nigga doin' pop-pop, bitch Oh, you thought you was a hotshot, bitch? (Oh) Now you want a crown with a hotshot, bitch (hey) Nigga, I was raised on the block-block, bitch (bitch) This is my time, no stopwatch, bitch (bitch) All of my whips is top-notch, bitch (buck, buck) How to get a plug at the chop shop, bitch (buck, buck) Even my son got pop rocks, bitch (buck, buck) Fuckin' your bitch, don't cock block, bitch (buck, buck) I get your bitch, I'ma toss that bitch (buck, buck) She gon' ride my drop top, bitch (buck, buck) Zim zimma (zim zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could I got some bands, now they got they hands out (hey) All them hoes that have a man now, they pull my pants down They know they don't got no chance now, bitch, I'm the man now (hey, hey) Used to be my only fan, she got onlyfans now Yeah, I'm swervin', I got road rage, I feel OJ I don't wear no fuckin' Dolce, I smell like Olé (Joyner) I might go back to my old ways, she want her soul saved I done traded in my soulmate and got a gold chain Okay I came up wearin' the privilege of poverty livin' And I ain't had nonthin' but scraps (yeah) I had to watch niggas winnin' and drivin' in foreigns And I was just stuck in the back (word) I had to learn me the bidness so once I applied it I made me a couple of racks (yeah) I had ménages with Nicki and Cardi and Megan and then I woke up from a nap Ooh (ooh) I had a Bugatti and then I woke up in the trap (yeah) I had a couple of friends I left in the past 'Cause they don't do nothin' but cap (yeah) I know a couple of niggas that don't know the bidness And they do nothin' but rap (yeah) Fuck it, I guess I'll just shut up and drive I got me a Beamer, I'm runnin' the lap Zim zimma (zim zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could Yeah Put me inside of a room with niggas you think that are better than me I crush them inevitably And leave them as dead as can be That go to any nigga who's steppin' to me They all come second to me My words are weapons to me I burn it, second degree and get it And I'm sick of any nigga that's sick And I got it sick and shiverin' Even Ritalin couldn't get rid of the kid in him You gotta be kiddin', I'm trippin' I kinda feel like a kid again (rah, rah, rah) And, yeah, I got somethin' to say I ain't with the games, I ain't come to play Nigga, you confused, you a broad, go tuck your leg You trapped in the wrong body like Young M.A (buck, buck) I need my money like ándale Got a one-inch blade, get cut then we run that fade I ain't really with the dumb ass shade I come back brave, get cut when I run back sayin' Zim zimma (zim zimma) Yeah, ayy All the girls, dem sugar I'm a trill ass nigga I'm a Mike Jack thriller I'm a VJ killer I'ma get em, long-range Reggie Miller Watch me swerve on a nigga Zim zimma (zim zimma) Yeah All the girls, dem sugar I'm a thrill ass nigga (buck, buck) I'm a Mike Jack thriller (buck, buck) I'm a VJ killer I'ma get em, long-range Reggie Miller Watch me swerve on a nigga Zim zimma (zim zimma)

@ingridalves7233 3 жыл бұрын

a million dreams

@Dirty_mike_and_dem_boys 3 жыл бұрын

So many details you don’t catch until you bump this shit

@beking288bk 3 жыл бұрын

I can't find this beat on ya website

@Kambleraps 3 жыл бұрын

You mind if I make a remix on this?

@elturco163 3 жыл бұрын

ask Joyner😂

@omarlives 3 жыл бұрын

I can change the game w. This beat.

@NarenZac 3 жыл бұрын

What app u used for the video editing bro?

@theofficiald-lo7631 3 жыл бұрын

can i use this for nonprofit as a remix?

@anomaly3215 3 жыл бұрын

its not his beat its a reprod so he cant claim rights over the beat

@theofficiald-lo7631 3 жыл бұрын

@@anomaly3215 he did so sorry bro

@anomaly3215 3 жыл бұрын

@@theofficiald-lo7631 lol thats illegal

@theofficiald-lo7631 3 жыл бұрын

@@anomaly3215 it takes you days to reply keep quiet 😭😭

@sirenhead7864 3 жыл бұрын

@@theofficiald-lo7631 it's Joyner Lucas's Beat you have to promo it...

@swaggy1850 3 жыл бұрын

Ostao sam rano brate a ti kasniš ej Ja sam ovdje odavno a ti bi da me pratiš ej Loš korak, loš odraz, sjedneš mi na volej Piši tamo poraz

@Styler_Records 3 жыл бұрын

Sick bro can i use it??🔥🔥🔥 For no profit of course

@Enl1ght 3 жыл бұрын

Go ahead!

@Styler_Records 3 жыл бұрын

@@Enl1ght I can't find it in beatstars bro😅 Different name??

@Enl1ght 3 жыл бұрын

@@Styler_Records its not uploaded there.

@Styler_Records 3 жыл бұрын

@@Enl1ght oh I'm sorry 😂😅 How can i download it bro??

@aco0667 3 жыл бұрын

@@Styler_Records with snaptube

@rolandlipot5801 3 жыл бұрын

lbj brought me here

@beking288bk 3 жыл бұрын

Hey is this no longer available for lease?

@stirdy4stirdy 3 жыл бұрын

It's missing the wubs man, key part of the beat

@anomaly3215 3 жыл бұрын

make a better version then.

@allstarxx888 3 жыл бұрын

Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I ain't no [?] Yeah [Verse 1] I want a 'Rari, I'm feelin' godly (Woah) Wonder how much that gon' cost me, they feelin' saucy (Buck, buck) Niggas know that I'm a problem, they'll never solve me (Buck, buck, buck) If you came to start some drama, then bring a army I've been goin' fuckin' fast and it got me swervin' I know that I'm a child of God, but they want me cursed in I've been trappin' out the Ozark, I'm Marty Byrdin' (Oh, oh) And I've been hard at work, yeah, ho, you just hardly workin' If it wasn't for this rap shit, I'd be movin' kilos Front the pack from my connect then cop a few casinos Used to fake it 'til I made it just to boost my ego Stashin' money in my shirt, they thought I grew some chichos, oh no I got some nеw wheels, uh-uh Tired of kids, they think that we in school still, ah-ah Play mе, you gon' find out how the tool feel, ah-ah Fuck around and you gon' find out who's real, ah-ah Who, yeah, ah-ah [Chorus] Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could Play with, nigga, that's dangerous (Oh) Told 'em I was raised in the basement Twin AKs in the playpen Take your face, rearrange it I can turn eggs into bacon (Yeah) I can serve base with a apron Niggas been waitin' to hate it (True) I got a Beamer and I'm anxious to race it Vroom right past you (Vroom right past you) Cops keep followin' a nigga, that's bad news I don't like hassles (I don't like hassles) Suck it down Remy and I'm feelin' like Papoose Hope I don't crash you (Hope I don't crash you) Lil' bird bitch with me and I call a ho Zazu Mind your bidness (Mind your bidness) Fuck your opinion, nobody asked you, woah Look (Yeah), this that WAP-WAP shit (Yeah) Shit'll make a nigga wanna stop, drop, shit (Buck) Roll when you hit 'em with the Glock-Glock, bitch (Buck, buck) Semi-automatic if a nigga really think he want static Now a nigga doin' pop-pop, bitch Oh, you thought you was a hotshot, bitch? (Oh) Now you want a crown with a hotshot, bitch (Hey) Nigga, I was raised on the block-block, bitch This is my time, no stopwatch, bitch All of my whips is top-notch, bitch How to get a plug at the chop shop, bitch Even my son got pop rocks, bitch Fuckin' your bitch, don't cock block, bitch I get your bitch, I'ma [?], bitch She gon' ride my drop top, bitch

@laneflores5066 3 жыл бұрын

Zim zimma (zim zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I ain't no, ain't no, yeah I want a 'Rari, I'm feelin' godly (woah) Wonder how much that gon' cost me, they feelin' saucy (buck, buck) Niggas know that I'm a problem, they'll never solve me (buck, buck, buck) If you came to start some drama, then bring a army I've been goin' fuckin' fast and it got me swervin' I know that I'm a child of god, but they want me cursed in I've been trappin' out the Ozark, I'm Marty Byrdin' (oh, oh) And I've been hard at work, yeah, ho, you just hardly workin' If it wasn't for this rap shit, I'd be movin' kilos Front the pack from my connect then cop a few casinos Used to fake it 'til I made it just to boost my ego Stashin' money in my shirt, they thought I grew some chichos, oh no I got some new wheels, uh-uh Tired of kids, they think that we in school still, ah-ah Play me, you gon' find out how the tool feel, ah-ah Fuck around and you gon' find out who's real, ah-ah Who, yeah, ah-ah Zim zimma (zim zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' beamer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could Play with, nigga, that's dangerous (oh) Told 'em I was raised in the basement Twin AKs in the playpen Take your face, rearrange it I can turn eggs into bacon (yeah) I can serve base with a apron Niggas been waitin' to hate it (true) I got a Beamer and I'm anxious to race it Vroom right past you (vroom right past you) Cops keep followin' a nigga, that's bad news I don't like hassles (I don't like hassles) Suckin' down Remy and I'm feelin' like Papoose Hope I don't crash you (hope I don't crash you) Lil' bird bitch with me and I call a ho Zazu Mind your bidness (mind your bidness) Fuck your opinion, nobody asked you, woah Look (yeah), this that wap-wap shit (yeah) Shit'll make a nigga wanna stop, drop, shit (buck) Roll when you hit 'em with the Glock-Glock, bitch (buck, buck) Semi-automatic if a nigga really think he want static Now a nigga doin' pop-pop, bitch Oh, you thought you was a hotshot, bitch? (Oh) Now you want a crown with a hotshot, bitch (hey) Nigga, I was raised on the block-block, bitch (bitch) This is my time, no stopwatch, bitch (bitch) All of my whips is top-notch, bitch (buck, buck) How to get a plug at the chop shop, bitch (buck, buck) Even my son got pop rocks, bitch (buck, buck) Fuckin' your bitch, don't cock block, bitch (buck, buck) I get your bitch, I'ma toss that bitch (buck, buck) She gon' ride my drop top, bitch (buck, buck) Zim zimma (zim zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could I got some bands, now they got they hands out (hey) All them hoes that have a man now, they pull my pants down They know they don't got no chance now, bitch, I'm the man now (hey, hey) Used to be my only fan, she got onlyfans now Yeah, I'm swervin', I got road rage, I feel OJ I don't wear no fuckin' Dolce, I smell like Olé (Joyner) I might go back to my old ways, she want her soul saved I done traded in my soulmate and got a gold chain Okay I came up wearin' the privilege of poverty livin' And I ain't had nonthin' but scraps (yeah) I had to watch niggas winnin' and drivin' in foreigns And I was just stuck in the back (word) I had to learn me the bidness so once I applied it I made me a couple of racks (yeah) I had ménages with Nicki and Cardi and Megan and then I woke up from a nap Ooh (ooh) I had a Bugatti and then I woke up in the trap (yeah) I had a couple of friends I left in the past 'Cause they don't do nothin' but cap (yeah) I know a couple of niggas that don't know the bidness And they do nothin' but rap (yeah) Fuck it, I guess I'll just shut up and drive I got me a Beamer, I'm runnin' the lap Zim zimma (zim zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could Yeah Put me inside of a room with niggas you think that are better than me I crush them inevitably And leave them as dead as can be That go to any nigga who's steppin' to me They all come second to me My words are weapons to me I burn it, second degree and get it And I'm sick of any nigga that's sick And I got it sick and shiverin' Even Ritalin couldn't get rid of the kid in him You gotta be kiddin', I'm trippin' I kinda feel like a kid again (rah, rah, rah) And, yeah, I got somethin' to say I ain't with the games, I ain't come to play Nigga, you confused, you a broad, go tuck your leg You trapped in the wrong body like Young M.A (buck, buck) I need my money like ándale Got a one-inch blade, get cut then we run that fade I ain't really with the dumb ass shade I come back brave, get cut when I run back sayin' Zim zimma (zim zimma) Yeah, ayy All the girls, dem sugar I'm a trill ass nigga I'm a Mike Jack thriller I'm a VJ killer I'ma get em, long-range Reggie Miller Watch me swerve on a nigga Zim zimma (zim zimma) Yeah All the girls, dem sugar I'm a thrill ass nigga (buck, buck) I'm a Mike Jack thriller (buck, buck) I'm a VJ killer I'ma get em, long-range Reggie Miller Watch me swerve on a nigga Zim zimma (zim zimma)

@StrayzKid 3 жыл бұрын

good work

@raulchhetri2094 3 жыл бұрын

Zim zimma (zim zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I ain't no, ain't no, yeah I want a 'Rari, I'm feelin' godly (woah) Wonder how much that gon' cost me, they feelin' saucy (buck, buck) Niggas know that I'm a problem, they'll never solve me (buck, buck, buck) If you came to start some drama, then bring a army I've been goin' fuckin' fast and it got me swervin' I know that I'm a child of god, but they want me cursed in I've been trappin' out the Ozark, I'm Marty Byrdin' (oh, oh) And I've been hard at work, yeah, ho, you just hardly workin' If it wasn't for this rap shit, I'd be movin' kilos Front the pack from my connect then cop a few casinos Used to fake it 'til I made it just to boost my ego Stashin' money in my shirt, they thought I grew some chichos, oh no I got some new wheels, uh-uh Tired of kids, they think that we in school still, ah-ah Play me, you gon' find out how the tool feel, ah-ah Fuck around and you gon' find out who's real, ah-ah Who, yeah, ah-ah Zim zimma (zim zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' beamer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could Play with, nigga, that's dangerous (oh) Told 'em I was raised in the basement Twin AKs in the playpen Take your face, rearrange it I can turn eggs into bacon (yeah) I can serve base with a apron Niggas been waitin' to hate it (true) I got a Beamer and I'm anxious to race it Vroom right past you (vroom right past you) Cops keep followin' a nigga, that's bad news I don't like hassles (I don't like hassles) Suckin' down Remy and I'm feelin' like Papoose Hope I don't crash you (hope I don't crash you) Lil' bird bitch with me and I call a ho Zazu Mind your bidness (mind your bidness) Fuck your opinion, nobody asked you, woah Look (yeah), this that wap-wap shit (yeah) Shit'll make a nigga wanna stop, drop, shit (buck) Roll when you hit 'em with the Glock-Glock, bitch (buck, buck) Semi-automatic if a nigga really think he want static Now a nigga doin' pop-pop, bitch Oh, you thought you was a hotshot, bitch? (Oh) Now you want a crown with a hotshot, bitch (hey) Nigga, I was raised on the block-block, bitch (bitch) This is my time, no stopwatch, bitch (bitch) All of my whips is top-notch, bitch (buck, buck) How to get a plug at the chop shop, bitch (buck, buck) Even my son got pop rocks, bitch (buck, buck) Fuckin' your bitch, don't cock block, bitch (buck, buck) I get your bitch, I'ma toss that bitch (buck, buck) She gon' ride my drop top, bitch (buck, buck) Zim zimma (zim zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could I got some bands, now they got they hands out (hey) All them hoes that have a man now, they pull my pants down They know they don't got no chance now, bitch, I'm the man now (hey, hey) Used to be my only fan, she got onlyfans now Yeah, I'm swervin', I got road rage, I feel OJ I don't wear no fuckin' Dolce, I smell like Olé (Joyner) I might go back to my old ways, she want her soul saved I done traded in my soulmate and got a gold chain Okay I came up wearin' the privilege of poverty livin' And I ain't had nonthin' but scraps (yeah) I had to watch niggas winnin' and drivin' in foreigns And I was just stuck in the back (word) I had to learn me the bidness so once I applied it I made me a couple of racks (yeah) I had ménages with Nicki and Cardi and Megan and then I woke up from a nap Ooh (ooh) I had a Bugatti and then I woke up in the trap (yeah) I had a couple of friends I left in the past 'Cause they don't do nothin' but cap (yeah) I know a couple of niggas that don't know the bidness And they do nothin' but rap (yeah) Fuck it, I guess I'll just shut up and drive I got me a Beamer, I'm runnin' the lap Zim zimma (zim zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could Yeah Put me inside of a room with niggas you think that are better than me I crush them inevitably And leave them as dead as can be That go to any nigga who's steppin' to me They all come second to me My words are weapons to me I burn it, second degree and get it And I'm sick of any nigga that's sick And I got it sick and shiverin' Even Ritalin couldn't get rid of the kid in him You gotta be kiddin', I'm trippin' I kinda feel like a kid again (rah, rah, rah) And, yeah, I got somethin' to say I ain't with the games, I ain't come to play Nigga, you confused, you a broad, go tuck your leg You trapped in the wrong body like Young M.A (buck, buck) I need my money like ándale Got a one-inch blade, get cut then we run that fade I ain't really with the dumb ass shade I come back brave, get cut when I run back sayin' Zim zimma (zim zimma) Yeah, ayy All the girls, dem sugar I'm a trill ass nigga I'm a Mike Jack thriller I'm a VJ killer I'ma get em, long-range Reggie Miller Watch me swerve on a nigga Zim zimma (zim zimma) Yeah All the girls, dem sugar I'm a thrill ass nigga (buck, buck) I'm a Mike Jack thriller (buck, buck) I'm a VJ killer I'ma get em, long-range Reggie Miller Watch me swerve on a nigga Zim zimma (zim zimma)