letra de #fuckasimp - yvngxchris
[verse 1: yvngxchris]
pillow talkin’ ass n-gga, yeah, i know that boy be simpin’
pull out the glock, bet that n-gga listen
all of the ho’s wanna f-ck christian
christian dior, n-gga, i be drippin’
you f-ckin’ with wh0res, n-gga, that’s a risk, yeah
you f-ck with opps when they steadin’ blastin’
she gave me the top, we don’t do no kissin’
i got the drip for the season
she gon’ throw me the w.a.p. then i’m leavin’
i see the prada, i cop for no reason
lil’ thotty b-tch wanna swallow my s-m-n
big drip, put that sh-t on my clothes
real n-gga, i can’t switch on the bros
i got a glock for all of my foes
that n-gga crazy with sh-t in his nose
got two shooters and those n-ggas indian
i’m in the trap, n-gga, bring the glizzy in
i’ll never stop until i get a million
stain n-gga, boy, you bringin’ that [?]
b-tch n-gga lookin’ wack
and back in the day i was sеrvin’ packs
she l!ck on my b-lls, she l!ck on my sack
i got a stick on me, b-tch, i’ma blast
i got a b-tch on mе, look in the back
she wanna come over, she send me a text
that lil’ n-gga talking, pull up with the tec
heard she wanna kiss, already gave me the neck
if you’re not giving neck, then you gotta go
(well bye, n-gga) b-tch, adiós
n-gga talking, i pull out the shotty-o
now that n-gga p-ssed, he need a potty, bro
[verse 2: sicksk-m]
if you talk down on sk-m, you trippin’
b-tch, i’m chillin’, it’s me and lil’ christian
b-tch comin’ in, but she’s hot like the summer
moncler, it’s hot like a sauna
she f-ckin’ with sk-m and the ssg
it’s prada kicks every day of the week
she don’t wanna talk [?]
it’s chrome hearts, spend my money real gently
[?] i’m from the dmv, f-ck a n-gga talkin’ ’bout?
look at they ass like a perc 30
oh he runnin’ up? we waking up early
that choppa gon’ get ’em like he a lil’ birdie
don’t need a wallet, b-tch, i got a backpack
oh, that was his girl, i didn’t mean to tap that
oh, he gettin’ pressure, b-tch, you better back, back
762, n-gga, we got that
[?] b-tch fine, kinda short
got some [?], we can work
what my n-gga christian say? ayy, yeah
.30 on me, i ain’t talkin’ no perc
oh he pullin’ up? well n-gga, let’s work
i got my ex and [?] gon’ make it twerk
i needed these rick owens and they hurt, ha
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