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sim maestro - piecesimmyszn lyrics

-piece-

[verse 1]
calculating all my moves
bad b-tches in the pool
bad b-tches want the pole
built a city like rome
yah
yah
yah
yah
you ain’t ready for the storm
bag it up and let go
kicks on me like a float

she text me are you working
i’m smoking now so i don’t reply
i’m a different dude
not your average guy
f-ck the bread, when you earn in pie

and these other n-gg-s stressing
the maestro busy intercepting
never sleeping till we mansion
a big ring for the main chick

all these rappers couple waste mans
they mamis riding without hands
a rapper n-gg-, i ain’t spare a chance
lord maestro, so they say their prayers
oh sh-t it’s easy
spazzing they don’t believe me
goofy n-gg-s walt disney

and we switching up the program
show them something never seen before
the new wave started with the boy
they tried it, but they falling off
cause i’m over here and i’m at the peek
f-ck the game ain’t referee
master bruce on the melodies
i fully stop when they sentence me

yah
yah
yah
yah
yah

i ain’t do too much flexing
i count the guap and we multiply
i put a stack on your ladies thigh
you wonder why, cause she won’t reply
it ain’t none of your business
her eyes rolling to the ceiling
that last line too revealing

-simmyszn-

[verse 2]
keep walking if we never spoke
i’m on a mission to go seeking for the better goals
my vices s-xy women and switching flows
she ride a n-gg-, like a whip they stole
huh
we gon reach billy first
jay z done promised i hope it works
like a flower i done rose from dirt
just to show these other n-gg-s
that she put it in reverse
back it up
she did it fast
even if she got a man, dawg i’d never ask
i mind my own business
while i throw some bands
tell her i am leaving and she switching plans

i’m sorry you were average
it’s not you, it’s energy you attracting
walking on the moon i swear i’m michael jackson
no white gloves, you can miss me with the fashion

flex flex
i be arrogant when i’m stressed
self-knowledge it’s a test
never reaching me, it’s a stretch
and yes
i’m blessed
f-ck a fake one, dawg i’m next
f-ck a pay slip, writing cheques
f-ck the world fam no s-x

- sim maestro lyrics

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