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viggy montana - sima lyrics

[intro]

jimi hendrix in the kasi b+tch
yeah yeah, yeah
up from the bottom, now straight to the top blood
sweat, blood and tears, ain’t no way i’mma stop woah
now it’s just flame emojis when i drop flame, flame
yeah flame, flame, flame, flame
slatt slatt, yeah huh

[verse 1]

up from the bottom, now straight to the top straight to the top
sweat, blood and tears, ain’t no way i’mma stop no way i’mma stop
now it’s just flame emojis when i drop when i drop wait
whole lotta blunts getting ashed in the lot in the lot
it’s me and stan getting faded inside of a benz inside of a benz
roll up and do it again do it again
this year i’m focused on family, dig what i’m saying? dig what i’m saying?
give a f+ck about a friend friend
battle emotions, scars on my psyche woah
thought i would hide you thought i would i hide you
sipping on lean and it’s red, sipping a whole lotta red sipping a whole lotta red
i’m drinking on piru piru
i had to chef up the beats, write my sixteens write my sixteens
i did that sh+t for survival for survival
go out and get it, by any means by any means
that’s how i did it, i earned me a title title
viggy the don, represent ysl
no i ain’t talking about yves saint laurent no i ain’t talking ’bout yves saint laurent
hit up the gas, my eyes, they red as a frog’s red as a frog’s
step in the room, it’s a fog fog
041 where i’m from where i’m from
but i don’t know where i belong belong
sima said “brody be strong”
we talk but i’d rather vent through a song, yeah yeah
[hook]

i’d rather spit how i feel i’d rather spit how i feel yeah
no silver spoon in my grill my grill yeah
i had to toughen up
got involved with the numbers, decided to run ’em up got involved with the numbers run it up, run it up, run it up
but i’m still my mother’s son my mama, my mama
can’t duplicate ’cause i’m one of one i’m one, i’m one
in it for keeps, i can’t stop now oh naaah
over my head is a dark cloud oh naaah
foam at the mouth like a rotweiller rotweiller
your girl a freak but my thot wilder thot wilder
bar after bar like machine gun ratata ratata
bar after bar like assault rifle phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
i just cut out the middle man woah
now i hit up carlo like “let’s get it man” let’s get it man
broke up with my girl, it was devastating heart
lately i don’t have time for no sentiments woah
let me tell it man let me tell it man

[bridge]

let me tell it man
let me tell it man, let me tell it man
let me tell it man
let me tell it man
mmmmmm, aaaaaahhhaaa
n+ggas get touched
[verse 2]

n+ggas get touched ’cause i’m doing the most trust me i’m in it
trust me, i’m in it to win it of course and i stay dripping
and i stay dripping, just look at my clothes ten out of ten
ten out of ten like my tests, like my hoes speaking with sima
speaking with sima, just got off the phone
told her i’m ’bout to go stock up vlone told her i’m ’bout to go stock up vlone
she want that fendi, that prada, dior fendi, that prada, dior
she heard “designer” now she want some more ey she want some more
my ex like rihanna, she k!ll on a chorus k!ll on a chorus
i make her sing but i do not record do not record
she don’t want another x+rated movie
’cause we been there and done it before been there and done it before
i’m in the hills with the homies, it’s homely it’s homely
link up with qhama, he smoking on courtly on courtlu
he call up nami, i mix up a 4 4
by the end of the night, that sh+t gon’ be a 40 40

[hook]

i’d rather spit how i feel i how i feel yeah
no silver spoon in my grill in my grill yeah
i had to toughen up
got involved with the numbers, decided to run ’em up got involved with the numbers run it up, run it up, run it up
but i’m still my mother’s son my mama, my mama
can’t duplicate ’cause i’m one of one i’m one, i’m one
in it for keeps, i can’t stop now can’t stop now
over my head is a dark cloud is a dark cloud
foam at the mouth like a rotweiller roweiller
your girl a freak but my thot wilder thot wilder
bar after bar like machine gun ratata ratata
bar after bar like assault rifle phew, phew, phew, phew
i just cut out the middle man
now i hit up carlo like “let’s get it man”
broke up with my girl, it was devastating heart break, yeah
lately i don’t have time for no sentiments
let me tell it man
[outro]

let me tell it man
let me tell it man
let me tell it man

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