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Yung Simmie
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Full Metal
A mastermind, I master time I put in work, it's overtime I'm about my nickels and my fucking dimes I don't rap because I master rhymes
Pull up on your bitch and my spaceship hella smoking Yeah we loc'n and you know we stay lit Man I'm posted and she scoping, so I know she want the dick Got her open, now she hope'n That I take her to the crib But I ain't no lame and I got game I could've played for the Hurricanes But I'm in the booth, thinking money feeling to make it rain I don't need to fucking chain, all I need is my fucking brain 'S' on my chest, I'm hard as steel Grip'n woodgrain They don't understand (they don't) I'm feeling good, I was born the man Bitches on demand, money in my hand So I flex on you
Nike nigga, I put the check on you I might spit on you Let my fucking pit on you Shit on you Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You pitiful Who is he? I get rid of you You get ridicule You miniscule
I'm andre the giant I'm fighting a lion I'm king of the Zion
The lyrical God My bars are so hard You can't defy it You can't deny it, no UFO You see me flying
We came to riot Niggas dying, babies crying Ain't no lying, keep it real When you in the field Smoking blunts, siping 40s Yeah I'm on chill
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