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yung simmie - fire & fury lyrics

[verse: yung simmie]
no love in these streets so i show none
i just left my old b-tch for a new one
i’m on my basic sh-t, and you hate this sh-t
i’m a dog, eat it up like it’s bacon bits
you put a molly in the drink tryna rape the b-tch
my b-tch bring me other b-tches like ‘choose a b-tch’
i’m too legit, i’m looking for a crown that fit
and a pint of that lean so i can down that sh-t
i upgrade my b-tch, never save a b-tch
i make her give me all the money that you gave the b-tch
i pull off in the whip with the limo tint
simmie the menace, don’t f-ck with him
if you f-ck with him, that’s bad luck for you
my hittas is lurking, merkin’, so what you gon do
i pull up, it’s closed curtain for you and your crew
i’m balling like michael jordan, my name on my shoe
you shooting but you ain’t scoring, i’m laughing at you
i came from the dirt, i got mud on my shoes
spending money on drugs, but i pay my dudes
breaking the rules, i was that dude that hated going to school
i had to find my grind, made love to my pen, had sh-t on my mind
now everything make ‘sense’, i ain’t dropping a dime
i got lyrical clips ready for wartime

[verse: rell]
time to detonate, hit the k!ll switch
see me duckin’ everyday, a n-gg- hood rich
freaky b-tch up in my whip, im finna get her too
she get to biting on my lip, that p-ssy pink and blue
money moves is all i know, when you [?]
i can give you the directions, no need a comp-ss
smoking fire full of fury, you won’t have a clue
when i get to bending corners like a rhombus
so run b-tch, better sprint when i drum b-tch
i’m too legit, and i eliminate any compet-t
compet-tion ain’t an issue, i’m the dominant
i need a piece of every plate like a condiment
follow this i’m a [?] creep in the night, see i move slow
heel leach in my eye, draining my soul
never sleep on it [?]
n-gg-s green, geico, i-m-o
in my opinion, people want me to give em a break
i see the crooked in you n-gg-s, you know that i’m straight
i hit the book, i leave the pencil, i’m feeling too safe
we totin’ middles like the army, nwa
f-ck out the way, [?] something to say
from west to the bank, still i flip the pack
never complaint, no i might hit you till the skrilla gon’ feel us
275 ain’t no other gang

- yung simmie lyrics

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