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facts - simba lyrics

[intro]
ruga
free mac, from the trap
yea dat (yea dat)
you know i’m rockin’ man
let’s get this money
i ain’t ever goin’ be broke (nope ha)

[verse 1]
got a brand new glizzy and that b*tch really clean (god d*mn)
gotta a clip for anybody wanna diss with the team (yea)
i got dat vvs’s p*ssy like a kid in his dreams (ugh)
i got white girls call em lizzy cause them b*tches is me
[?] told me f*ck these b*tches let’s go get to the green (green)
see a move i call up swipa he goin’ blitz everythin’ (pa*pa*pa*pa)
i’m in the audi doin’ donuts call that krispy and kreme (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
don’t make me call my shoota v tech cause he swift with [?]
they boutta let me off the box that mean i’m back on da block (uh*uh)
and if they think they goin’ stop then aim this mac at the cops (brrr)
my momma [?] juggin’ f*ck the neighbor watch (f*ck em)
and i’m aboutta slide on the opps let off this glock for drock (pow*pow*pow)
first she ask me for a photo now she givin’ me top (mwah)
i should sign to brick squad (brick) cause i stay by some watts (squad)
hit da b*tch for five minutes then it’s back to the guap
get the pack, flip that pack, i call that sh*t hopscotch
and i can’t really f*ck wit’ n*ggas cause they got high thoughts
my lil’ homie called the opp and hit his ass (pop pop pop pop)
i told that b*tch that i don’t love her, i just got hard c*ck (c*ck)
i don’t listen to these rappers cause they ass all bots (they talkin’)
hold up, bring it back (back)
free da n*gga mac (free mac)
we used to catch the train and get that pack from the trap (facts)
listen to a n*gga stating facts in his rap (facts)
n*ggas claim they shootin’ gettin’ jacked from they strap (what?)
b*tch i’m in the kitchen you are not where i’m at (you not)
n*ggas say they ruga you do not got the tech (ruga)
skinny ass n*gga you do not got no racks (no)
put that gun down, you is not aboutta cap
facts facts
facts (ay put that gun down you is not aboutta cap)
ruga
f*ck
b*tch
n*ggas ain’t takin’ no shots
[verse 2]
brand new hundreds (hundreds)
choppa order hundreds (brrr)
b*tch i’m tryna slide but i don’t think you p*ssies want it (they don’t)
whenever we outside, i always see these p*ssies runnin’ (they gone)
oh you aboutta actually now you think you really gunnin’ (what?)
n*gga i’m a ruga i’m not stunna but i’m stuntin’ (stunna)
gimme eight hundred i might pull up to the function (ay)
bro she got a fifty and a glizzy he be dumpin (pow, pow, pow)
check the scoreboard, ruga twenty*one skunkin (pow, pow, pow, ruga, gang)

[outro]
gang gang gang
gang
gang gang gang
free bookie
f*ck these b*tch ass n*ggas
we lettin’ out shots (fa*fa*fa*fa)

free mac from the trap
yea dat (ay)

- simba lyrics

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