Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Og Simmie, artist - Yung Simmie. Album song Simmie Season 2, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 30.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Raider Klan
Song language: English
Og Simmie |
| A money getter no beginner |
| I make it a hot winter, my niggas gorillas |
| They chest bigger, my checks bigger |
| You next nigga, why you tryna flex nigga? |
| I’m never worried about the next nigga, on to the next nigga |
| She gon' cry if I tell her she can’t get a picture |
| I’m legendary don’t compare me to these rap niggas |
| I’m way slicker, my bars iller, my balls bigger |
| I’m still the same I never change like y’all niggas |
| Big blunts when we smoke we call 'em Godzilla |
| I’m prolly steppin out the fog nigga |
| I’m prolly sprintin' to the money, I can’t jog with ya |
| And I can never save a bitch I ain’t God nigga |
| The underdog, they tried to crop me out the big picture |
| The Holocaust, I’m killin' rap niggas call me Hitler |
| I make 'em dinner, a real Florida nigga, 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 |
| I’m leanin on a four, smokin dope, white bitch doin' coke |
| Ashes on my coat, she give me throat, then she gotta go |
| You know I’m still a hood nigga, backwoods from the corner store |
| Ridin through the hood, tinted windows, I be sittin low |
| I might pull up on your bitch, 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 competition 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 niggas 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 competition with myself gettin better |
| I make a hater kill himself, I’ll buy the stretcher |
| Yeah, don’t understand? |
| Nigga 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 |
| I’m leanin off a four, smokin dope, white bitch doin' coke |
| Ashes on my coat, she give me throat, then she gotta go |
| You know I’m still a hood nigga, backwoods from the corner store |
| Ridin through the hood, tinted windows, I be sittin low |