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fella - simple lyrics

[intro]
{spongebob squarepants clip}
too tough for me? that’s downright ridiculous
i’ll have you know i stubbed my toe last week, while watering my spice garden. and i only cried for twenty minutes
listen kid, i think you’d be more comfortable over at that place
weenie hut general?

[tag]
(got zay on the beat, so you know the sh+t knock)

[verse 1]
if progress scares your people, then you in the wrong circle
misery loves company, but legends are eternal
p+ssy yellow diamonds got me lookin’ like a urinal
been sh+ttin’ on you n+ggas way bеfore i had a curfew
now our late nights turn progrеss to newkie profit
how you make it out the hole, and ain’t do no talkin’?
heard you got h+lla friends, who gon’ hold your coffin?
y’all could never feel my pain ‘til you took a hundred losses
and get up a hundred and one times
every line written in my notes is real life
used to tell pops since i was nine, i’m that guy
he know i ain’t lyin’, just replied “i know that’s right”
zay hit me every two days with like six beats
seen ten men from my city layin’ six feet
with all this pain and all this heat built up
i’m a diamond in the rough, and every track is for the streets
could’ve blew up on my own, but what’s success without your team?
won’t catch me with a chain, just some forces and a tee
lil bro keep a k, my barber got the tree
as long as i’m breathin’ all my peoples finna eat
could’ve blew up on my own, but what’s success without your team?
won’t catch me with a chain, just some forces and a tee
lil bro keep a k, my barber got the tree
as long as i’m breathin’ all my peoples finna eat
[hook]
your crew ain’t tough enough to slide, head to weenie hut general
i just looked her in the eyes zay, is it really that simple?
fetty on the rise gotta look out for my kinfolk
love my loved ones, all the rest i don’t care for
louis leather loafers make you walk real careful
so any move i make is guaranteed to leave us cared for

[verse 2]
still ain’t met larry’s son face to face
big bro busy fightin’ case after case
anytime he out though he movin’ cali eighths
pray to god every single day they crack them f+ckin’ gates
2021 i ain’t goin, that simple
you ain’t bringin’ dough in then you better be a stripper
kicked shorty out, she too good of a listener
thanked her for her services and gave that b+tch a fist bump
trust ain’t given, it’s earned
you ain’t the early bird, then you won’t get the worm
if you funkin’ over p+ssy, you are not my concern
ain’t worried what i want ‘cause imma get what i deserve
never tucked the chop, d+ck hangin’ like a perv
girly wasn’t tryna grow, so she weigh it up and serve
roll your homies in a wood, ashtray is like an urn
fella feelin’ flawless, shoota sick, we call ‘em germ
[hook]

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