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Yung Simmie – Told Ya lyrics
[Hook]
I told you I was gon fuck yo bitch
I told you I was gon hit that lick
Told you I was gon get that check
Told you I was gon grip that tech
If niggas come with that disrespect
If niggas come with that disrespect
I told you I was gon pull up flexin
Told em I was sippin lean in Texas
I smoke good so I'm never stressin
I'm chasin money in the right direction
The Smith & Wesson be my favorite weapon
Clutch it for protection if these niggas trippin
Hollow-tips is rippin
Told these niggas I am very different, I am on a mission
[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
I told these niggas I am very different
Shootin' like the Pistons on the court
It's mister seven gram, fuck your .5
Fuck your box of Newports
I'm rollin' that gas past the torch
I got a bitch she got a Porsche
I pull up in Benz with my friends
Joogin collectin my ends
I'm joogin collectin my ends
You smell the OG in the wind
You niggas is fallin quicksand
My goons hoppin out caravans
I was a youngin bout bands
Ain't go to school for no friends
I pull up and pop at yo mans
And bend the block do it again
I told you I was gon fuck yo bitch
I told you I was gon hit that lick
Told you I was gon get that check
Told you I was gon grip that tech
If niggas come with that disrespect
If niggas come with that disrespect
I told you I was gon pull up flexin
Told em I was sippin lean in Texas
I smoke good so I'm never stressin
I'm chasin money in the right direction
The Smith & Wesson be my favorite weapon
Clutch it for protection if these niggas trippin
Hollow-tips is rippin
Told these niggas I am very different, I am on a mission
[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
I told these niggas I am very different
Shootin' like the Pistons on the court
It's mister seven gram, fuck your .5
Fuck your box of Newports
I'm rollin' that gas past the torch
I got a bitch she got a Porsche
I pull up in Benz with my friends
Joogin collectin my ends
I'm joogin collectin my ends
You smell the OG in the wind
You niggas is fallin quicksand
My goons hoppin out caravans
I was a youngin bout bands
Ain't go to school for no friends
I pull up and pop at yo mans
And bend the block do it again
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