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simms - go crazy lyrics

[intro: rah thegawd]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(excuse me?)
go crazy
yeah
gawdy, gawdy
simms

[chorus: rah thegawd]
look, got the spot on tilt, go crazy
wouldn’t hang with you if you n+ggas paid me
i got the spot on tilt, go crazy
no new friends, y’all too shady
look, got the spot on tilt, go dumb
this sh+t hard work, no fun
you a fake n+gga, everybody know
tryna pull a fast one, sh+t slow
look, got the spot on tilt, go crazy
wouldn’t hang with you if you n+ggas paid me
look, got the spot on tilt, go crazy
no new friends, y’all too shady
look, got the spot on tilt, go dumb
this sh+t hard work, no fun
look, you a fake n+gga, everybody know
uh, tryna pull a fast one, sh+t slow, look
[verse 1: simms]
you gon’ see me over there, i don’t compare to fakes
it’s gucci, i don’t hang with ’em, i’m just wearin’ snakes
i can’t beef ’cause i got a lot at stake
so i keep it a1, let that marinate
i got thе spot on tilt, get crazy
with the grippy and i nevеr hit safety
before rap, i was wrappin’ up dope, i had white girl and slim shady
look, i took my time and i mastered my grind
she went to touch on my d+ck and end up grabbin’ the nine
a passion like mine, boy, you never could feel
put my bros on their feet and drugs on the scale from the mail
rule one, never leave a trail
gotta get in every weather, that’s rain, snow, hail
really in the trap where you barely can inhale
you ever seen a dope head shoot up and turn pale?

[chorus: rah thegawd]
look, got the spot on tilt, go crazy
wouldn’t hang with you if you n+ggas paid me
i got the spot on tilt, go crazy
no new friends, y’all too shady
look, got the spot on tilt, go dumb
this sh+t hard work, no fun
you a fake n+gga, everybody know
tryna pull a fast one, sh+t slow
look, got the spot on tilt, go crazy
wouldn’t hang with you if you n+ggas paid me
look, got the spot on tilt, go crazy
no new friends, y’all too shady
look, got the spot on tilt, go dumb
this sh+t hard work, no fun
look, you a fake n+gga, everybody know
uh, tryna pull a fast one, sh+t slow, look
[verse 2: rah thegawd]
spot goin’ up like the crime rate
no, you b+tches can’t see me like a blind date
what’s the word, lil’ bird? you define fake
we good over here, n+gga, why hate?
they losin’ they mind
i hit the stu’ with a dime
how many? two at a time
true to my grind
flow like a nuclear bomb
flow with the fluent+est rhymes
woah, tiptoe
we harlem shake when the zip low
my only mission is get dough
i got some hitters, they all with the sh+t though
i know some fiends, they get high as the rent, bro
so you know what it’s hit for
you throwin’ shade, then it’s lit though
you throwin’ shade, then it’s lit, lit

- simms lyrics

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