yvngxchris - #fuckasimp lyrics
[verse 1: yvngxchris]
pillow talkin’ ass n+gga, yeah, i know that boy be simpin’
pull out the glock, bet that n+gga listen
all of the ho’s wanna f+ck christian
christian dior, n+gga, i be drippin’
you f+ckin’ with wh0res, n+gga, that’s a risk, yeah
you f+ck with opps when they steadin’ blastin’
she gave me the top, we don’t do no kissin’
i got the drip for the season
she gon’ throw me the w.a.p. then i’m leavin’
i see the prada, i cop for no reason
lil’ thotty b+tch wanna swallow my s+m+n
big drip, put that sh+t on my clothes
real n+gga, i can’t switch on the bros
i got a glock for all of my foes
that n+gga crazy with sh+t in his nose
got two shooters and those n+ggas indian
i’m in the trap, n+gga, bring the glizzy in
i’ll never stop until i get a million
stain n+gga, boy, you bringin’ that [?]
b+tch n+gga lookin’ wack
and back in the day i was sеrvin’ packs
she l!ck on my b+lls, she l!ck on my sack
i got a stick on me, b+tch, i’ma blast
i got a b+tch on mе, look in the back
she wanna come over, she send me a text
that lil’ n+gga talking, pull up with the tec
heard she wanna kiss, already gave me the neck
if you’re not giving neck, then you gotta go
(well bye, n+gga) b+tch, adiós
n+gga talking, i pull out the shotty+o
now that n+gga p+ssed, he need a potty, bro
[verse 2: sicksk+m]
if you talk down on sk+m, you trippin’
b+tch, i’m chillin’, it’s me and lil’ christian
b+tch comin’ in, but she’s hot like the summer
moncler, it’s hot like a sauna
she f+ckin’ with sk+m and the ssg
it’s prada kicks every day of the week
she don’t wanna talk [?]
it’s chrome hearts, spend my money real gently
[?] i’m from the dmv, f+ck a n+gga talkin’ ’bout?
look at they ass like a perc 30
oh he runnin’ up? we waking up early
that choppa gon’ get ’em like he a lil’ birdie
don’t need a wallet, b+tch, i got a backpack
oh, that was his girl, i didn’t mean to tap that
oh, he gettin’ pressure, b+tch, you better back, back
762, n+gga, we got that
[?] b+tch fine, kinda short
got some [?], we can work
what my n+gga christian say? ayy, yeah
.30 on me, i ain’t talkin’ no perc
oh he pullin’ up? well n+gga, let’s work
i got my ex and [?] gon’ make it twerk
i needed these rick owens and they hurt, ha
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