Lyrics #Fuckasimp (feat. SICKSKUM) - yvngxchris
Pillow
talkin'
ass
nigga,
yeah,
I
know
that
boy
be
simpin'
Pull
out
the
Glock,
bet
that
nigga
listen
All
of
the
ho's
wanna
fuck
Christian
Christian
Dior,
nigga,
I
be
drippin'
You
fuckin'
with
whores,
nigga,
that's
a
risk,
yeah
You
fuck
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
bitch
wanna
swallow
my
semen
Big
drip,
put
that
shit
on
my
clothes
Real
nigga,
I
can't
switch
on
the
bros
I
got
a
Glock
for
all
of
my
foes
That
nigga
crazy
with
shit
in
his
nose
Got
two
shooters
and
those
niggas
Indian
I'm
in
the
trap,
nigga,
bring
the
glizzy
in
I'll
never
stop
until
I
get
a
million
Stain
nigga,
boy,
you
bringin'
this
shit
in
Bitch
nigga
lookin'
wack
And
back
in
the
day
I
was
servin'
packs
She
lick
on
my
balls,
she
lick
on
my
sack
I
got
a
stick
on
me,
bitch,
I'ma
blast
I
got
a
bitch
on
me,
look
in
the
back
She
wanna
come
over,
she
send
me
a
text
That
lil'
nigga
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,
nigga)
Bitch,
adiós
Nigga
talking,
I
pull
out
the
shotty-o
Now
that
nigga
pissed,
he
need
a
potty,
bro
If
you
talk
down
on
Skum,
you
trippin'
Bitch,
I'm
chillin',
it's
me
and
lil'
Christian
Bitch
comin'
in,
but
she's
hot
like
the
summer
Moncler,
it's
hot
like
a
sauna
She
fuckin'
with
Skum
and
the
SSG
It's
Prada
kicks
every
day
of
the
week
She
don't
wanna
talk
man
the
back
of
the
D
It's
chrome
hearts,
spend
my
money
real
gently
Bitch
no
good
gotta
throw
I'm
from
the
DMV,
fuck
a
nigga
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,
bitch,
I
got
a
backpack
Oh,
that
was
his
girl,
I
didn't
mean
to
tap
that
Oh,
he
gettin'
pressure,
bitch,
you
better
back,
back
762,
nigga,
we
got
that
Turn
the
bitch
fine,
kinda
short
Got
some
bricks,
we
can
work
What
my
nigga
Christian
say?
Ayy,
yeah
.30
on
me,
I
ain't
talkin'
no
Perc
Oh
he
pullin'
up?
Well
nigga,
let's
work
I
got
my
ex
and
he
gon'
make
it
twerk
I
needed
these
Rick
Owens
and
they
hurt,
ha
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