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letra de high up - yung simmie

[verse 1]
i come through finessing sh-t, he mad that i finessed his b-tch
im smoked out my blunt is lit, im sipping drink, cup full with gin
i told the coach to put me in, cause i hate losing, i just win
so where should i begin, i drop the top, dreads in the wind
im cruising on your block, came for the guap and your girlfriend
and n-gga it won’t stop, im on the top ain’t gotta have no friends
and you will just get shot with sniper rifles i got hit men
and im just getting hot, i burn a n-gga like a suntan
the whole world against me, im a army but im one man
so if you ever touch me, razor blades imma cut your hand
i gotta sit em down, cause i swear these dudes don’t understand
i keep a four pound, i lay him down now he h-lla dead
i bust ya head, a pilgrim couldn’t touch my bread
f-ck the feds, i told my trap n-ggas break a leg, good luck
f-ck it still whip it cook it up
its funny how they wanna eat but they ain’t cook with us
now look at us, i heard you biting dust
before i ever walk, man im gon’ catch the bus
before i ever catch the bus yo b-tch gon’ pick me up
before i drop yo b-tch off, i bet she l1ck me up
im rolling sticky stuff, while n-ggas plotting, tryna hit me up
cause they can’t sit with us, we counting up, im getting paper cuts
got rémy out the bottle, regular n-ggas get the plastic cups
why you acting tough, your chest out n-gga you ain’t buff
i bring the vest out, and tecs out and n-gga you get touched
so send that text out and tell yo n-ggas that they better rush
i let yo girl know, that i’m finna murk her man crush
so n-gga keep it real or you will get yo head bust

- yung simmie

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