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simply done - armani caesar lyrics

[chorus scratches: dj premier]
i’m just givin’ you facts
me, i’m in the cut with my mind on the bucks
i thought i oughta tell you
it’s so so simply done

[verse 1: armani caesar & benny the butcher]
let me get on my fl!ck sh*t (woah)
y’all n*ggas been on some b*tch sh*t (uh huh)
i’m blankin’ out on all of these dipsh*ts (brr), top of my hitlist (yup)
hustle gang, i’m on my tip sh*t (uh huh)
goin’ hard, i’m on my stiff d*ck (woo)
my n*ggas sharpshooters, aim and cl!ck, i ain’t talkin’ no twit’ pic (brr)
i get in that booth and i rip sh*t (uh huh), no playin’, no kid sh*t (uh huh)
in the club hittin’ that woah (woah)
bad b*tch on my bébé’s kids sh*t (uh huh), bosses, i cl!ck with (yeah)
if you a weak b*tch, you gon’ hate me (aww)
an insecure b*tch can’t take me (hah)
i walk around like i’m that b*tch (what up?), ain’t sh*t the bum can say, ‘kay? (nah)
just keep them b*tches out my way, bae (uh huh)
yeah, i be k*k!llin’ these b*tches (k!llin’ these b*tches)
crest white pearlies, i be still grillin’ these b*tches (still grillin’ these b*tches)
yo, west, i’ma make a mil’ on these b*tches (what up? yo)
run it up, f*ck it, make a bunch of mils on these b*tches, chyeah (ayy, look)

[verse 2: benny the butcher]
presidents i’m foldin’ (check), presidential rollie (check)
when they know you got it, they be beggin’ you to hold it (d*mn)
ties with too many shooters (uh huh), lies from too many jewelers (facts)
’bout to cop the apartment complex with twenty units
all year, i’m givin’ out pressure, fiends remember me from the block
givin’ out testers, never givin’ out extras (uh uh)
you get what you pay for, you wanna be a hustler
but you can’t afford the work (what?), n*gga, don’t quit your day job
godfather sh*t, i still might do the shootin’ (brr)
the graveyard in my city like a high school reunion
ten years ago, i was in the company of bricks (i was)
my old plug might just run into me at phipps (what’s happenin’?)
shorty told her homegirl she want me, i’m a l!ck (oh word?)
but she gotta eat p*ssy if she wanna be my b*tch
strap ’round the chop, we got army tools, all these goons
and guns stashed in the kitchen and the laundry room
why would i acknowledge you? (why?)you got a team full of n*ggas
that’s sorry fools with cheap guns and borrowed jewels
keep playin’, i’ll send armani through
you know the passenger a shooter when we spin the ferrari through
[chorus scratches: dj premier]
i’m just givin’ you facts
me, i’m in the cut with my mind on the bucks
i thought i oughta tell you
it’s so so simply done
i’m just givin’ you facts
me, i’m in the cut with my mind on the bucks
i thought i oughta tell you
it’s so so simply done

- armani caesar lyrics

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