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