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rithm – big simpin’ lyrics

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aye
ok ok ok ok
yeah your b+tch wanna f+ck, holup
bust all on her gut yeah
what what what what what what what what

pull out the mother f+cking strap
i’m finna tap
that n+ggas just brain be wack
who else be tryna get clap
applause and all that
like n+gga i always got gats
he said he want smoke but he cap
his life is an act
you can tell that he fake when he rap
i put 30+5 on the map
when he do that
i put him to sleep with the mac
i finessed his b+tch while popping molly at the club
he so p+ssy he can’t even rap bout being thug
why he salty i fill up his body with some slugs
this n+gga simpin spending all that money for a hug
he threatening with a gun but son i got guns too
he wanting some peace but i’m flaming his ass like sun tzu
i’m running and gunning that’s something i do cuz f+ck you
his b+tch is a party thottie doing h+lla drugs fool
f+ck you
it is too lovely to say just once
he def not book smart and on the streets he a dunce
he got dollars and a strap i got bands and h+lla drums
he puffin on a joint but i’m smoking these big blunts
he big simpin spending gs
yeah this b+tch simpin spending cheese
big simpin spending gs
yeah this b+tch simpin spending cheese

simp, simp, simp, simp, simp, simp, okay, simp, simp
simp, simp, simp, simp, simp, simp, okay, simp, simp
simp, simp, simp, simp, simp, simp, okay, simp, simp
simp, simp, simp, simp, simp, simp, okay, simp, simp



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