| All I smoke is gas, these niggas broke
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| Money in the stash, I be bout my cash
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| You don´t wanna race, I can´t come in last
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| I kill em' with the swag, I make a hater mad
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| I be in my zone, gave this bitch the bone
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| She won’t leave me alone, blowin' up my phone
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| I got her mind goin', but I’m off the mount
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| Prolly in the trap, whippin' up a mil
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| The UnderGround King, screamin' fuck a deal
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| Leanin' to the right, I just popped the seal
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| I be so for real, my life is surreal
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| I told my niggas chill, they be poppin' pills
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| And I’m a young boss, I be closin' deals
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| Snipers on the roof, I know Navy Seals
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| And I might take your bitch and ask you how it feels
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| Then I give her dick and ask her how it feels
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| I’m leanin' off this drank, lovin' how it feels
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| Smokin' on that stank, I picked it out the field
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| I’m shinin' like a diamond, gold in my grills
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| Blowin' up my phone, I have to tell her chill
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| And I ain’t talkin' runnin', but I’m chasin' mills
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| I be hella hungry, I came to some meal
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| You playin' with my funds, you might get whacked cuz I don’t fuck with snakes
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| and I don’t fuck with rats
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| You know who I am, call me Uncle Sam
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| Smellin' like a pound, I roll em by the gram
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| I told my niggas chill, they be goin' ham
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| You keyboard thuggers, keep sendin' spam
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| My hittas off the pills, you better write your will
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| They leave you underwater, hope you got your gills
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| I’m from FLA, where niggas die all day
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| I heard that you be chillin', we just grind all day
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| I’m a young boss, I can’t take a loss
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| All my niggas eatin', you can’t taste the sauce
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| You just do the talk, me I walk the walk
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| And if it’s drama time, then the pistols spark
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| All is fun and games, leave it at the park
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| We beat pussies up, like it’s after dark
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| I’m baggin' any bitch, like it’s K Mart
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| Smokin' on the jay, while I jaywalk
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| All I smoke is gas, these niggas broke
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| Money in the stash, I be bout my cash
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| You don´t wanna race, I can´t come in last
|
| I kill em' with the swag, I make a hater mad
|
| I be in my zone, gave this bitch the bone
|
| She won’t leave me alone, blowin' up my phone
|
| I got her mind goin', but I’m off the mount
|
| Prolly in the trap, whippin' up a mil
|
| The UnderGround King, screamin' fuck a deal
|
| Leanin' to the right, I just popped the seal
|
| I be so for real, my life is surreal
|
| I told my niggas chill, they be poppin' pills
|
| And I’m a young boss, I be closin' deals
|
| Snipers on the roof, I know Navy Seals
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| And I might take your bitch and ask you how it feels
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| Then I give her dick and ask her how it feels |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Underground King , by - Yung Simmie. Song from the album Simmie Season 2, in the genre Альтернатива