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f33t - simpin aint easy ( pimpin aint easy remix) lyrics

[intro]
tied, they dead, flies everywhere
y’all know that, free kodak, ayy, you play, you lay
ain’t no punk in me
ain’t no punk in me but i be pulling out the strap
like i’m a dyk+, or something
n+ggas plottin’ on us (ayy, ayy)

[chorus]
i be pullin’ cheif keef on these cheap n+ggas
i go heart ice cold on these dumb b+tches
like a dyk+ man, you n+ggas can’t f+ck with me
if a n+gga say 7 up, throw it up with me
what’s the principle? simpin’ ain’t easy
not invincible, take my heart then beat me
ayy, what’s the principle? simpin’ ain’t easy
not invincible, takе my heart then beat mе

[verse 1]
they say they 95, me and $nap hittin’ em
i been out three months no money still drillin
dream car 64, windows tinted
n+gga got no flow, them songs still hittin’
f+ck around, hit the lil’ hoe with no jimmy
if a n+gga say go, better go k!ll him
said that chai tea she cut throat with no feelings
baby mama watch her lil’ boy turn into a menace
i don’t care, big red and get a life sentence
i want everybody dead, n+gga no limit
i don’t shake n+ggas’ hands, ’cause i ain’t friendly
when i pull up to the brib, have no candy
i been leanin’ to the right, like i’m on xannies
i been thuggin’ all my life, i ain’t romantic
when i whip out the .45, don’t panic
when i whip out the .45, don’t panic
[chorus]
i be pullin’ cheif keef on these cheap n+ggas
i go heart ice cold on these dumb b+tches
like a dyk+ man, you n+ggas can’t f+ck with me
if a n+gga say 7 up, throw it up with me
what’s the principle? simpin’ ain’t easy
not invincible, take my heart then beat me
ayy, what’s the principle? simpin’ ain’t easy
not invincible, take my heart then beat me

[verse 2]
no 83, im blood
tryna get my nut in the tub
i got my lil’ lean in the club
don’t worry about me, i’m a thug
you k!ll a street n+gga, get a dime
if you k!ll a rap n+gga, get a dub
the shackles on his neck, don’t budge
dont know dej loaf she a stud
i swapped out the mic for the gun
never had no ice just the mud
i swapped out the spice for the bud
spittin on a mic, i’m in love
i’m spittin on the mic, song the one
f33t don’t show no remorse
i be automatic, tryna get a n+gga torched
tryna go on tour, with my boys
wanna whole gun store on the bus
i want the right girl, not for s+x b
hoppin’ off the porch, to a brick, like im bruce lee
i kickbox a n+gga like im ruthless
i’m wearing adidas, my slides be gucci
i want the right one make me better like fusion
i’m just chillin ain’t only about coochie
say i got the strap i ain’t foolin
say got a red flag i ain’t coolin
[chorus]
i be pullin’ cheif keef on these cheap n+ggas
i go heart ice cold on these dumb b+tches
like a dyk+ man, you n+ggas can’t f+ck with me
if a n+gga say 7 up, throw it up with me
what’s the principle? simpin’ ain’t easy
not invincible, take my heart then beat me
ayy, what’s the principle? simpin’ ain’t easy
not invincible, take my heart then beat me

- f33t lyrics

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