Curacao Artist Gianni Mae Sets The Bar High With Double Single “Watermelon Juice/Bad Boy Killer”
Bold and unapologetically herself, Curacao born and raised artist Gianni Mae unveils an all in one music videos for her singles "Watermelon Juice" and "Bad Boy Killer”. Both singles display her charismatic and captivating Rap flow laid on groovy trap beats. Indeed, through her performance, one can tell that Gianni isn’t intimidable, as she isn’t afraid to be herself, and express her truth as she wished. Her musical vision and her intense presence are reminiscent of artists like Megan Thee Stallion, Tierra Whack and Charmaine.
Moreover, in the video she offers, Gianni demonstrates her ability to embrace multiple personalities — especially showcasing an unstable, yet authoritative figure.
At first, in "Watermelon Juice", the young rapper parades around her flat doing everything from dancing to chopping fruit in the kitchen. Then she finds herself accidentally playing the piano in a mountainous desert landscape.
The video continues, this time with different song "Bad Boy Killer", in which Gianni is joined by a friend and they orchestrate a kidnapping. The victim, who is clearly a man, a "Bad Boy", is dragged into the desert by the rapper and her accomplice, where he is trampled and left unconscious.
The scenes are meticulously put together like a Hollywood movie.
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