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scimmy - celebrate! lyrics

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(intro)

woohoo!

uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

god d+mn, i love this song!

i’m gonna get copyright claimed on this, i’m hoping they don’t copyright claim it

(hey, where’s rolo?)

hey, yuh, yuh

(hook)

celebrate!

i get the bag and i elevate
he talkin’ sh+t then we bend him and set him straight
i got a bottle of tanqueray
we in the back, me and her playin’ pattycake

celebrate!

i hit the gas, accelerate
eatin’ my greens, i be smokin’ my celery
money is all that i generate
i know, just take off to london, i gotta go
celebrate!

ooh, lean back, we in traffic
she don’t wanna get it with a boy, so tragic
how i disappear like magic
you in her messages, i’m in her captions

you pay for p+ssy, i pay for her lashes
put you on mute, we don’t do interactions
they see my style and they latchin’ onto me
i couldn’t believe what had happened, imagine i’m+

(verses)

couple rounds in, hit my one two+step
two beans, dry mouth, like a dude caught strep
stressed but i came collect
we hit up every block like playin’ tetris

the best head in the morn’, bed & breakfast
sick, i make a 12 bar verse infectious
playin’ with my chips like a game, connect us
i tried to slide in but they blockin’ entrance

slid in my .5, i walk right past
moonwalk right in her p+ssy, i feel like mike jack
knock knock on beef, that’s a doordash
made 10, ’boutta double up my red, i need more cash
so classy
legs in the front but her ass in the back seat
yellow jumpsuit got me lookin’ like a taxi
’97 drip, like a backstreet boy, i’m actually tryna..

get rich, loose ends, that’s straight
gon’ stay and party with my b+tch, that’s cake on cake
whole different walk when i go to the bank
i’m ’boutta crash like 2008

i put the city on map
i’m down by the block doin’ digital dash
it’s so internet, i got digital cash
she snappin’ me pics of her digital ass

i beat up the p+ssy, i feel like i’m cassius clay
get your ass out of your beddy today
i’m cookin’ up, got me feelin’ like flay
you feelin’ good, motherf+cka, i’m great!

ay, i blow her back out
my circle all stars like smash mouth
‘fore we go in, gotta back out
seven in deep, oh cr+p, get back out

(hook)
celebrate!

i get the bag and i elevate
he talkin’ sh+t then we bend him and set him straight
i got a bottle of tanqueray
we in the back, me and her playin’ pattycake

celebrate!

i hit the gas, accelerate
eatin’ my greens, i be smokin’ my celery
money is all that i generate
i know, just take off to london, i gotta go

celebrate!

ooh, lean back, we in traffic
she don’t wanna get it with a boy, so tragic
how i disappear like magic
you in her messages, i’m in her captions

you pay for p+ssy, i pay for her lashes
put you on mute, we don’t do interactions
they see my style and they latchin’ onto me
i couldn’t believe what had happened, imagine i’m+

- scimmy lyrics

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