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yung simmie - fancy lyrics

[intro]
d-mn right i’m fancy, n-gg-, what you is?
you b-m–ss n-gg-
sipping lean out of a gl-ss
pinky up, king shit, we still mobbing, ho

[hook]
pinky up, sipping lean, b-tch i’m fancy
i pull off with eight b-tches, i’m too fancy
i’ll take your b-tch, don’t you dare me
i f-cked her all night, it was fancy
fancy — don’t act fancy
hitters at your front door to leave the scene nasty
actin’ like you don’t know my crew’s so fancy
fancy — my b-tch so fancy

[verse 1]
pour up then i sip
pull up then i dip
i keep a fancy b-tch; all these b-tches on my d-ck
never cuff ’em, give ’em shit
barry bonds with the stick
getting fancy on a n-gg-; i won’t miss, i bet i hit
getting fancy with the ruger, james bond, don’t you slip
james worthy, you ain’t worthy, hundred rounds in the clip
like i’m trinidad james, all gold f-cking stick
cook a n-gg- like he food, h-lla fancy with the dish
she never make a mess because she fancy with the d-ck
she pull up with her friends, yeah, that’s a fancy b-tch
and never falling off because she on that fancy tip
pretty nine and i keep a fancy clip

[hook]
pinky up, sipping lean, b-tch i’m fancy
i pull off with eight b-tches, i’m too fancy
i’ll take your b-tch, don’t you dare me
i f-cked her all night, it was fancy
fancy — don’t act fancy
hitters at your front door, to leave the scene nasty
actin’ like you don’t know my crew’s so fancy
fancy — my b-tch so fancy

[verse 2]
pull up then i smoke
you already know
h-lla white b-tches geeked up on the flo’
h-lla goons coming like a f-cking mixtape
she wanna f-ck me now ’til i scream, “b-tch, wait”
simmie be that n-gg- quick to tell ’em that he fake
i split your cerebellum, pistol whip him in the face
fancy young n-gg-, f-ck her on the first date
fancy young n-gg-, f-cking b-tches different state
put the money in my hand or i’ll put you in your place
i’m fancy, but i don’t f-cking play
ride by, broad day, with the fancy–ss k
i ain’t talking sleeping beauty, how i made the n-gg- lay

[hook]
pinky up, sipping lean, b-tch i’m fancy
i pull off with eight b-tches, i’m too fancy
i’ll take your b-tch, don’t you dare me
i f-cked her all night, it was fancy
fancy — don’t act fancy
hitters at your front door, to leave the scene nasty
actin’ like you don’t know my crew’s so fancy
fancy — my b-tch so fancy

- yung simmie lyrics

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