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yung simmie - normal niggas make me sick lyrics

[intro: yung simmie]
one time for my normal n-ggas
follow me @therealsimmie, man
don’t mind the gunshots, them just for the normal n-ggas, they hatin’, you feel me?
i’mma cross that line, man
yung simmie!
uh, whoo!, whoo!, whoo!

[hook: yung simmie]
money over any b-tch, chase this paper, chase no b-tch
n-ggas on that same sh-t, you normal n-ggas make me sick
rider gang, she ride my d-ck, that’s all i give, don’t ask for sh-t
n-ggas on that same sh-t, you normal n-ggas make me sick
bum bum bum! you normal n-ggas make me sick
you normal n-ggas make me sick
bum bum bum! you normal n-ggas make me sick
it’s rider gang, she ride my d-ck, that’s all i give, don’t ask for sh-t

[verse 1: yung simmie]
in my own zone, blowin’ that dro
only chase paper, never chase hoes
n-ggas is wack and n-ggas is normal
if murder she wrote, i stay with my journal
gmt mob b-tch, them n-ggas like hurdles
actions speak louder, i never been verbal
never been social, blowin’ that purple
stay with the sh-lls, gas station turtle
tatted up, hair back, vans and a snapback
james bond swag, i’m fly as a jetpack
so abnormal, the swag make ’em step back
if you want beef, then i run with the big mac
cause i am a big mack
her head on my sixpack, she never forget that
run with the big glock, no more n-ggas waste time
word to my g, shock, who gon’ make me stop?
gmt three hot, eat ’em like wingstop
no more n-ggas get popped, no more n-ggas ain’t sh-t
no more n-ggas chase b-tch, n-ggas on that same sh-t
me, i’m tryin’ to get rich, me, i’m tryin’ to get paid
seven days of the week, workin’ to the next day
yung simmie sosa go nuts like a payday
no more n-ggas ain’t sh-t, n-ggas on that same sh-t
me, i’m tryin’ to get rich, i don’t chase no b-tch

[verse 2: bush]
now who you n-ggas think ya’ll foolin’?
i paid these refs off, stupid, so i know i ain’t losin’
i take your chick and introduce her to my rider gang, n-gga
no amber cole, but she do her thing, now that’s that rider brain, n-gga
okay now, money over everything, chase this paper, never women
god as my witness, i’m all about the green like a celtic
these normal n-ggas walkin’, talkin’, they jockin’ my swagger
and i’m just ballin’ on these n-ggas like 41 for the mavericks
catch me gettin’ faded, lookin’ for your girl head like i’m about to braid it
normal n-ggas can’t do it, that’s why they in the back hatin’
hold on, little buddy, i say it to the back like ms. rosie
it’s real n-ggas in the front, you better act like you know me
ballin’ on these n-ggas just like i’m kobe, ah!

- yung simmie lyrics

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