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yung simmie - don't let me sober up lyrics

[verse 1: yung simmie]
f-ck that i’m doing me
young mc from the cc
i’m switchin’ cars, rockin’ jewelry
imma pull up you won’t know it’s me
the rap game is full of snakes, so i cut the gr-ss, i grab my rake
touchin’ fade and fell
i spit fire you in rap h-ll
i cuffed the side chick cause she like to kiss and tell
i heard you very frail
i keep the hammer, no nails
i’m counting all this guap that will never stop
you steam head n-ggas, we’ll get your caddle popped
now your time is up
i’m picking up my watch, pickin’ up the glock
bust it til it’s hot, see his body drop
flee the parking lot, nothing to talk about
we just walk it out, you get the work and i’m clockin’ out
semi came to get it poppin’ out
i’m poppin’ out like what we talkin’ bout
is it guap or what? ain’t no stoppin’ us
pull up in the drop top, let the top drop
you can see the bronx with us
smoking stanky, you lookin’ so disgust
but you can’t smoke with us, so watch me roll that up
now you lookin’ mad with your shoulders up
get your own smoke, get your doja up
now you all alone, get your soldier up
who got the drank? somebody pour me up

[hook: yung simmie]
somebody pour me up
don’t let me sober up
somebody pour me up
don’t let me sober up
somebody pour me up
don’t let me sober up
somebody pour me up
don’t let me sober up
somebody pour me up
don’t let me sober up
somebody pour me up
don’t let me sober up
somebody pour me up
don’t let me sober up

[verse 2: yung simmie]
don’t let me sober up
i’m sippin’, i’m rollin’ my doja up
mary jane, i’m so in love with her
got me two buds and i got me two double cups
if i’m doin’ nothing i’m pourin’ up
tourin’ in your city guess i’m a foreigner
bad b-tches hittin’ my line and i be ignorin’ her
these n-ggas taking they time and i ain’t slowin’ up
money on my mind, gotta count it when i pick it up
comin’ for your head, i got goons in the pick up track
this is not what you lookin’ for
i heard you pourin’ 3’s, you ain’t sippin’ 4
i don’t even touch the kn-b when i hit the door
because i roll blunts like a young lord
my main b-tch know i got a million wh0r-s
and she helped me roll my blunts when i stepped in the door
don’t let me sober up
lean with the sprite that’s the turn up cup
yung simmie be turnin’ up
i’m takin’ your girl cause you borin’ her
i’m blowin’ that og pack
sober i never heard of that
and nah i ain’t going back
don’t let me sober up, p-ss me the og pack

- yung simmie lyrics

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