Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fire & Fury, artist - Yung Simmie. Album song Big Smokey, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Raider Klan
Song language: English
Fire & Fury |
| No love in these streets so I show none |
| I just left my old bitch for a new one |
| I’m on my basic shit, and you hate this shit |
| I’m a dog, eat it up like it’s bacon bits |
| You put a molly in the drink tryna rape the bitch |
| My bitch bring me other bitches like ‘Choose a bitch' |
| I’m too legit, i’m looking for a crown that fit |
| And a pint of that lean so I can down that shit |
| I upgrade my bitch, never save a bitch |
| I make her give me all the money that you gave the bitch |
| I pull off in the whip with the limo tint |
| Simmie The Menace, don’t fuck with him |
| If you fuck with him, that’s bad luck for you |
| My hittas is lurking, merkin', so what you gon do |
| I pull up, it’s closed curtain for you and your crew |
| I’m balling like Michael Jordan, my name on my shoe |
| You shooting but you ain’t scoring, I’m laughing at you |
| I came from the dirt, I got mud on my shoes |
| Spending money on drugs, but I pay my dues |
| Breaking the rules, I was that dude that hated going to school |
| I had to find my grind, made love to my pen, had shit on my mind |
| Now everything make ‘sense', I ain’t dropping a dime |
| I got lyrical clips ready for wartime |
| Time to detonate, hit the kill switch |
| See me duckin' everyday, a nigga hood rich |
| Freaky bitch up in my whip, im finna get her too |
| She get to biting on my lip, that pussy pink and blue |
| Money moves is all I know, when you stuck, glitch |
| I can give you the directions, no need a compass |
| Smoking fire full of fury, you won’t have a clue |
| When I get to bending corners like a rhombus |
| So run bitch, better sprint when I drum bitch |
| I’m too legit, and I eliminate any competit |
| Competition ain’t an issue, i’m the dominant |
| I need a piece of every plate like a condiment |
| Follow this imma prowl, creep in the night, see I move slow |
| Heel leach in my eye, draining my soul |
| Never sleep on the vibe, I touch goal |
| Niggas green, geico, I-M-O |
| In my opinion, people want me to give em a break |
| I see the crooked in you niggas, you know that i’m straight |
| I hit the book, I leave the pencil, i’m feeling too safe |
| We totin' missiles like the army, NWA |
| Fuck out the way, something to say |
| From west to the bank, still I flip the pack |
| Never complaint, no I might hit you till the skrilla gon' feel us |
| 275 Ain’t no other gang |