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scimmy - softee lyrics

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(intro)

yuh, listen

(verses)

i need a big booty b+tch who brazilian
i’m standin’ out while they all be chameleons
i’m tryna be on an island like gilligan
fl!ckin’ my wrist, spicin’ hits like i’m cinnamon
menacin’, k!llin’ him, synonyms

start all this wack sh+t
these rappers all talk in the past tense
i could just write it, i’m spittin’, i light it up
ignite the club, like some matches

bruce wayne even sayin’ i’m batsh+t, crazy
she wanna f+ck around for the night? maybe
i got a lil’ bit of weed and a pillow for your knees
after that, van gogh like, painting

i’m a bozo is what i’m sayin’
hoes all go low when my verse playin’
at home hit bowls, full stop gamin’
i’m just tryna (?) when that’s no raymond
f+ck yeah, man, i know that it’s actually ramen
i dictate the game like my last name was stalin
i’m puttin’ in work and i’m makin’ deposits
the way that i’m flippin’ these words is r+t+rded

(transition)

can i say that?

huh?

oh, whoops

yuh

i’m a softy little b+tch
that’s at least what you said
always cryin’ for attention
b+tch, it’s all in your head

(verses)

god d+mn, didn’t plan dissin’
but you always in my face tryna start sh+t, dawg, i ain’t with it
makin’ up things but i’m too quick witted
and you f+cked like raven, i think i had a vision
i think i had a mission, to put you in submission
precision in my words while you talk all fiction
please quit the b+tchin’, bars like a prison
wait a minute, y’all, let me ease off the tension, like woah

slow it down, i’m drinkin’ too much, am i slowin’ down?
slurrin’ my words, now i’m talkin’ to birds, but i’m feelin’ like i’m ’bout to go on out
smokin’ in front of the novatel, i think that it’s time for show & tell
i’m back in this b+tch and i’m wrappin’ my d+ck and that p+ssy is box and i knock it out and i’m (?)

the boys are on deck and we bumpin’ the song
i’m pumpin’ and carvin’ the sauce and i’m on
you can just suck a d+ck, while i’m calm
hang on my city like young king kong

for the love of god, don’t get a (?)
like, want the rod, no (?)
i’m not ’boutta come through for the fourth time
laced my dough, you can get it, yuh

double tab, i’m just tryna get it on the map
613, tell me where you all at
h+lla spicy while i’m cookin’ in the lab
so i gotta wrist wrist wrist wrist, then i dab

all caps when i’m writin’ because i’m bossy
i keep my b+tches like a h+lla glossy
ain’t n0body gonna ever off me
i go hard but i serve softees, b+tch
(outro)

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