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6ix9ine - simmy lyrics

[chorus]
sim+simmy
n+ggas know i shoot like john wicky
ride with the bl!ck
when we see him, make it sticky
run ricky
we the ones make him run ricky
thirty shot bl!cky
we the ones givin’ ficky
get busy
we the ones see him get busy
we the ones spin until we dizzy, uh
cl!ck unitil it’s empty
we the ones runnin’ through your city
i’m outside, n+gga, come get with me

[verse]
you a p+ssy on the low, see me and get low
i just got the lo’, now i’m ’bout to go
n+ggas p+ssy on the hot, they see me, try to hide
they say they outside, but they nеver outside
i’m really outsidе, i’m really with the guys
i’m really gettin’ fried, smokin’ n+ggas that died
we hit him in his head, now that n+gga sped
he lucky he ain’t dead ’cause we hit him in his hat
i’m really with it, eater, eater, eater, uh
real, real [skeezer], uh
guacamole w+lly, she gon’ eat up on my s+m+n, uh
i’m really with it, eat it, eat it, eat it, uh
i’m really with it, eat it, eat it, eat it, uh
[chorus]
sim+simmy
n+ggas know i shoot like john wicky
ride with the bl!ck
when we see him, make it sticky
run ricky
we the ones make him run ricky
thirty shot bl!cky
we the ones givin’ ficky
get busy
we the ones see him get busy
we the ones spin until we dizzy, uh
cl!ck unitil it’s empty
we the ones runnin’ through your city
i’m outside, n+gga, come get with me, yeah

- 6ix9ine lyrics

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