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Yung Simmie – Ill Ass Fuck (Interlude) lyrics
[Verse]
I will never stop, I put that on my pops
A soldier in the field, no rookies on my block
You ain't with the shits, you just talk a lot
I kick my bitches out the whip and make them walk it out
If you ain't talking bout getting it, what you talking bout?
I ride with the riders, bring the talkers out
Playing with my money now I gotta find you
Cause niggas think it's games, I'm turning off the console
And poppin up, point another rapper out that's hot as us
No stopping us
David and Goliath
I go Spartacus
Who hard as us?
She gon give me brain if she smart enough
Hit it, no emotions I won't cuddle up
I'm ill as fuck
Dirty Margielas I don't give a fuck
Of course I got the wheels but I made your bitch pick me up
And lick me up
Brand new Jordan's, I just picked em up, scuffed em up
Kicked him in his skull he ain't waking up
I'm ill as fuck
Hang with them fellas that will hit you up
And I don't mean call your phone
They gon meet you at your home
Double barrel to your dome
Nigga give me what you own
Kill a pussy, kill a song
Send them bitches running home
Simmie be the nigga, niggas asking what he smoking on
Rolling up that super strong
Boy you smoking bobby brown
Your weed don't make a sound, my weed don't make a sound
But they call it super loud cause you smell it in the crowd
Nigga bow down
The king of rolling blunts I need my crown now
Sittin on the throne
Im smoking og, what you smoking on?
Never mind I don't wanna know
You ain't smoking what I smoke
[Outro]
Yuh
Purpdogg on the beat
You know
GRAH
I will never stop, I put that on my pops
A soldier in the field, no rookies on my block
You ain't with the shits, you just talk a lot
I kick my bitches out the whip and make them walk it out
If you ain't talking bout getting it, what you talking bout?
I ride with the riders, bring the talkers out
Playing with my money now I gotta find you
Cause niggas think it's games, I'm turning off the console
And poppin up, point another rapper out that's hot as us
No stopping us
David and Goliath
I go Spartacus
Who hard as us?
She gon give me brain if she smart enough
Hit it, no emotions I won't cuddle up
I'm ill as fuck
Dirty Margielas I don't give a fuck
Of course I got the wheels but I made your bitch pick me up
And lick me up
Brand new Jordan's, I just picked em up, scuffed em up
Kicked him in his skull he ain't waking up
I'm ill as fuck
Hang with them fellas that will hit you up
And I don't mean call your phone
They gon meet you at your home
Double barrel to your dome
Nigga give me what you own
Kill a pussy, kill a song
Send them bitches running home
Simmie be the nigga, niggas asking what he smoking on
Rolling up that super strong
Boy you smoking bobby brown
Your weed don't make a sound, my weed don't make a sound
But they call it super loud cause you smell it in the crowd
Nigga bow down
The king of rolling blunts I need my crown now
Sittin on the throne
Im smoking og, what you smoking on?
Never mind I don't wanna know
You ain't smoking what I smoke
[Outro]
Yuh
Purpdogg on the beat
You know
GRAH
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