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letra de slick talk - yung simmie

[verse]
i was in the back where they left me at
n-gg- you don’t know me where you seen me at?
i be on the court where my team be at
you be on the sidelines where the cheerleaders be at
you know i’m always busy chasin’ greenbacks
i double back, i’m the hitman with double straps
and now i got yo’ chick high ’cause i got the sack
i’m switchin’ lanes, doin’ donuts in a pontiac
n-gg-s claim they spitters where yo’ bars at?
if he ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money i won’t call back
i call ricky, he pull up now yo’ skull cracked
i call momo he pull up with that big mac
i’m smokin’ strong like a six pack
these n-gg-s lie so i got no choice but to spit facts
i’m the last of my kind
i’m stackin’ every penny i could never drop a dime
and i can tell when you lyin’
i’m writin’ music on the plane just to make the time fly
b-tch i might do a drive-by
when i’m askin’ for my money better look me in my eye
and keep it real don’t lie
tell me how you f-cked it up tryna eat the whole pie
fake n-gg-s i despise
i can’t even trust a chick ’cause she only want my prize
i gotta eat so i’m want the supersize
one minute they with you then they wanna scrutinize
and i don’t like to socialize
i smoke og ’til i got the china eyes
i was smoked out before it was legalized
and i can spot a hater with my eagle eyes
and you don’t even wanna battle
from the wild, wild, south, i might pull up on my saddle
you know i rose out the gravel
only god can judge me, f-ck a man with a gavel
you know how i’m comin’
bang camp drumming, it’s nothin’

[outro]
i just, i just, you know
i could’ve k!lled the last two bars, but it’s simmie season
n-gg-s know what it is
i mean, bow

- yung simmie

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