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yung simmie - deathbed freestyle lyrics

[verse]
i pulled up, tinted windows in the black truck
8 n-ggas hoppin’ out and they all masked up
no f-cks given tomorrow or yesterday
i got a thug b-tch, in purse she keep that pepper spray
im [?]
roll runnin’ on that paper chase
you super late
you super fake
i pull up they congratulate
i’m hungry but i just ate
so i’m picking up your plate
boy don’t you cross that gate my dogs gon’ treat you like you steak
i’m just a n-gga from the hood
countin’ money smokin’ good
i be tourin’ probably in yo hood n-gga smoking good
i’m misunderstood, but you understand
if i fall i bounce back the rubberband man
i burn em like a sauna i the tan man
and if you comin’ at me wrong you a deadman
this ain’t nintendo 64 cuz i ain’t playing man
im cookin up, i got that method no redman
what you sayin man, you wanna battle, punchlines i’m throwin left hands
i been that man you ain’t heard then you deaf man
simmie k!llin sh-t leavin beats on they death bed
i’m the cooker of all cookers i’m a cheff man
and you just a onlooker you ain’t first hand
i took yo b-tch and gave her back by noon
the grim reaper, street sweeper in the cut with a broom
and if you lookin for yo b-tch then she was bustin a move
and if you lookin like a snitch my hittas bustin a tool
i’m lowkey when i move, iont f-ck with you dudes
pick it up and drop it off turn one into two
turn three into four
i want some more

- yung simmie lyrics

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