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mel v - simlish lyrics

[verse]
(grrt grrt!)
(chapo!)
(bow, bow, bow, bow)
b+tches be sweet like a motherf+ckin’ honeybun
yeah i’m the sh+t, b+tch i know that i’m one of one
and i’ve been poppin’ my sh+t like a f+ckin’ gun
yeah, i been poppin’ my sh+t like a f+ckin’ bomb
me and chapo, yeah, we going dumb
hop on this b+tch, i turn to a barbarian
hop on this b+tch, i’ma turn to (?)
i get to the racks, b+tch i feel like serena
they get on her ass for a peter
i wanna hear the glock sing like aretha
i wanna hear the glock sing michael jackson (hee hee)
ain’t got a d+ck on that b+tch so i’m packing
ain’t got a d+ck on that b+tch so i bust it
i don’t f+ck with 12 so i hope i’m not cuffing
i’m blowing gas like a motherf+ckin’ chopper
haters on d+ck they don’t know that i love it
b+tch i be worryin’ if they ain’t saying nothing
i’m dropping hard on hard, no discussion
i’m dropping hard on these b+tches like pills
i think this sh+t funny, i’m not jimmy kimmel
i’m in a big body, pull up presidential
i’m flexing on purpose, it’s not accidental
i’m flexing on purpose like i’m in the gym
they say that i’m her but i think that i’m him
y’all wanna f+ck cause your racks gettin’ slim
i’m out here still f+cking, this ho starting to sound like a sim
“um nah she me wawa”
i’m high as f+ck, b+tch i’m off of that zaza
talking ’bout guala’, b+tch, i got a lotta
i’m on they neck, b+tch, i’m poppin no collar
dumbass b+tch, you can’t show me a dollar
your (?) like a motherf+ckin’ pasta
b+tch, you can come fight me if you got a problem
kickback on the glock make it sing like hakuna matata
b+tches that copy my swag, i be teaching the ho, you can call me a a1 scholar
b+tches be throwing them slurs on the net, but they never on sh+t, they never on nada
talk about money but never show money, lil’ ho, you ain’t getting no prada
boy, you a kid to me, you can just go get your momma
slap me the f+ck out a hoe, i ain’t really with drama
i’m a big dog, you a f+ckin’ chihuahua
smack on a b+tch, i ain’t talking piñata
stepping on hoes, yeah, they under my chanclas
ptsd, i’ll give a hoe trauma
my heart cold, that b+tch look like a tundra
i don’t do fifty, i keep it a hunna
b+tches can’t see me and she stevie wonder
i really knock me a hoe outta park
b+tches get punt like a motherf+ckin’ frama
got so much cake on me, ain’t talkin’ fondant

- mel v lyrics

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