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baby simba - let’s go lyrics

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let’s go lyrics
f+ck on his lil bitty hoe let’s go

i can not beef with a n0body

go to a show rockout it out what you know bout it

speak up on my name . call his b+tch f+ck his hoe bout it

◦ simba that ni+++ gone head ask ya hoe bout me

i climb up her wall got me
feeling like peter

got swag when i step and lean off the lither
s
i preach to the streets but don’t call me no preacher

don’t mess with them people them teachers ain’t teach us

i’m stepping so hard ain’t scared of the reaper

they want me to sign young ni+++i see you

i be k!lling verses , my verses be easy
was shining so bright when my head was so pessy

i’m chasing the money i get to the cheddar

ni+++ be be hating that’s how i get better

i keep me a pistol her name is beretta

speak on the gang send shots to your sweater

i am not god but we manage the weather

my daddy was locked up i was sending him letters

give her that d+ck and she only get wetter

we riding around aiken we smoking that pressure

aye aye

f+cking all 3 trifecta

walk in the building you know that i’m extra

let’s go
f+ck on that lil bitty hoe

do you get paid at shows i be like fasho

she wanna touch on my ruler

go to school f+ck on the tutor

i’m feeling my self kuz i f+cked on a cougar

what you you be doing , smoking and boolin

she want her a thug and she know ima shooter

punish that p+ssy then call her a uber

don’t need a 4/5 went and brought me a ruger

you runn up on me better pray hallelujah

like i just said yea i said ima shooter

you know ima do you and buss ya medulla

can’t let her seduce me
cut off her head we don’t f+ck with medusa

ima big dawg you been playing with poodles

f+ck out to eat ima whip up some noodles

don’t pull up to fight but will beef thur a computers

i climb up her wall got me
feeling like peter

got swag when i step and lean off the lither
s
i preach to the streets but don’t call me no preacher

don’t mess with them people them teachers ain’t teach us

i’m stepping so hard ain scared of the reaper
i
they want me to sign young n+gga i see you

i be k!lling verses , my verses be easy

was shining so bright when my head was so pessy

i can not beef with a n0body

go to a show rockout it out what you know bout it

speak up on my name . call his b+tch f+ck his hoe bout it

◦ simba that ni+++ gone head ask ya hoe bout me

- baby simba lyrics

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