| A money getter no beginner
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| I make it a hot winter, my niggas gorillas
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| They chest bigger, my checks bigger
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| You next nigga, why you tryna flex nigga?
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| I’m never worried about the next nigga, on to the next nigga
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| She gon' cry if I tell her she can’t get a picture
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| I’m legendary don’t compare me to these rap niggas
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| I’m way slicker, my bars iller, my balls bigger
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| I’m still the same I never change like y’all niggas
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| Big blunts when we smoke we call 'em Godzilla
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| I’m prolly steppin out the fog nigga
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| I’m prolly sprintin' to the money, I can’t jog with ya
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| And I can never save a bitch I ain’t God nigga
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| The underdog, they tried to crop me out the big picture
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| The Holocaust, I’m killin' rap niggas call me Hitler
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| I make 'em dinner, a real Florida nigga, I don’t smoke swishers
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| Backwoods with some OG in it, a OG in it, I’m talkin bout the game
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| They gon switch on you when they think that you change
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| And if you still smokin haze we ain’t on the same page
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| I had to take a step back 'cause I’m ahead of my days
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| I got money on my brain
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| And you just another lame
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| I roll blunts and take planes, you do it for the fame
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| I stack the money, I can never change
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| Gotta stay true to the game
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| I’m leanin on a four, smokin dope, white bitch doin' coke
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| Ashes on my coat, she give me throat, then she gotta go
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| You know I’m still a hood nigga, backwoods from the corner store
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| Ridin through the hood, tinted windows, I be sittin low
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| I might pull up on your bitch, that’s a hit and go
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| I blow the smoke and disappear like a magic show
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| Micheal Jackson I got moves on the dance floor
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| If you talkin money it’s in my pocket where my hands go
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| No competition when I’m diggin in my bag
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| Lyrical clips I’m sendin' shots that you never had
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| All facts, I don’t like to brag
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| I be rollin jet fuel, real smokers smoke straight gas
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| I’m so sick I might sneeze on the track
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| Got shorty texting me like, «When you comin back?»
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| When I’m done chasin racks and that will be never
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| I gotta stay solid, this niggas soft as my leather
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| I’m twistin up like propellers
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| I’m bout my cheese no mozzarella
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| And you ain’t ever met a fella that is 'bout whatever
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| I make competition with myself gettin better
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| I make a hater kill himself, I’ll buy the stretcher
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| Yeah, don’t understand? |
| Nigga take a seat
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| Chasin after me is like chasin a dream in your sleep
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| Yeah, and you can never be hot as me
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| I’m smokin blunts with the devil on this balcony
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| I’m leanin off a four, smokin dope, white bitch doin' coke
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| Ashes on my coat, she give me throat, then she gotta go
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| You know I’m still a hood nigga, backwoods from the corner store
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| Ridin through the hood, tinted windows, I be sittin low |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Og Simmie , by - Yung Simmie. Song from the album Simmie Season 2, in the genre Альтернатива