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yung simmie - og simmie lyrics

[verse 1]
a money getter no beginner
i make it a hot winter, my n-gg-s gorillas
they chest bigger, my checks bigger
you next n-gg-, why you tryna flex n-gg-?
i’m never worried about the next n-gg-, on to the next n-gg-
she gon’ cry if i tell her she can’t get a picture
i’m legendary don’t compare me to these rap n-gg-s
i’m way slicker, my bars iller, my b-lls bigger
i’m still the same i never change like y’all n-gg-s
big blunts when we smoke we call ’em godzilla
i’m prolly steppin out the fog n-gg-
i’m prolly sprintin’ to the money, i can’t jog with ya
and i can never save a b-tch i ain’t god n-gg-
the underdog, they tried to crop me out the big picture
the holocaust, i’m k!llin’ rap n-gg-s call me hitler
i make ’em dinner, a real florida n-gg-, i don’t smoke swishers
backwoods with some og in it, a og in it, i’m talkin bout the game
they gon switch on you when they think that you change
and if you still smokin haze we ain’t on the same page
i had to take a step back ’cause i’m ahead of my days
i got money on my brain
and you just another lame
i roll blunts and take planes, you do it for the fame
i stack the money, i can never change
gotta stay true to the game

[hook]
i’m leanin on a four, smokin dope, white b-tch doin’ c-ke
ashes on my coat, she give me throat, then she gotta go
you know i’m still a hood n-gg-, backwoods from the corner store
ridin through the hood, tinted windows, i be sittin low

[verse 2]
i might pull up on your b-tch, that’s a hit and go
i blow the smoke and disappear like a magic show
micheal jackson i got moves on the dance floor
if you talkin money it’s in my pocket where my hands go
no compet-tion when i’m diggin in my bag
lyrical clips i’m sendin’ shots that you never had
all facts, i don’t like to brag
i be rollin jet fuel, real smokers smoke straight gas
i’m so sick i might sneeze on the track
got shorty texting me like, “when you comin back?”
when i’m done chasin racks and that will be never
i gotta stay solid, this n-gg-s soft as my leather
i’m twistin up like propellers
i’m bout my cheese no mozzarella
and you ain’t ever met a fella that is ’bout whatever
i make compet-tion with myself gettin better
i make a hater k!ll himself, i’ll buy the stretcher
yeah, don’t understand? n-gg- take a seat
chasin after me is like chasin a dream in your sleep
yeah, and you can never be hot as me
i’m smokin blunts with the devil on this balcony

[hook]
i’m leanin off a four, smokin dope, white b-tch doin’ c-ke
ashes on my coat, she give me throat, then she gotta go
you know i’m still a hood n-gg-, backwoods from the corner store
ridin through the hood, tinted windows, i be sittin low

- yung simmie lyrics

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