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don't fuck around - yung simmie lyrics

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[verse 1: dough dough]
f-ck ’round, get stuck in the ground like a golfball
you stay asleep with your eyes open, you ray charles
rub me the wrong way, get burned like the iron on
your girl a major meat-eater so we call her “dinosaur”
my life a movie so i f-ck with the camera on
they say i’m a don, so call me “corleone”
mind on the money, so that’s all you see in my phone
custo’s, b-tches and hoes, my main ho be hatin’ dough
probably cause she slidin’ on me like i don’t know
but you know the code, m.o.b., get you cause i’mma get me
born and raised in these city streets, obama couldn’t change me
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[hook x2: yung simmie]
he f-cked around, he f-cked around, he f-cked around
get stuck in the ground
he f-cked around, he f-cked around
get stuck in the ground
so don’t f-ck around, don’t f-ck around, don’t f-ck around
don’t f-ck around, don’t f-ck around
get stuck in the ground

[verse 2: yung simmie]
ride on ’em, slide on ’em, all my n-ggas goin’ to ride, homie
blackland my side, homie, wintertime, got the five on me
hit ’em up, i ain’t even know ’em
couldn’t tell ’em show i had to show ’em
ski mask, that toe tag, that tech-nine, you touch mine
gold t–th spit gold rhymes, spit dope, spit cold lines
feel me, a real g, been hood, i been me
guns up, you know what’s up, hood n-ggas in army trucks
big boots we stomp, bruh, get buck, we turnin’ up

[hook x2: yung simmie]
he f-cked around, he f-cked around, he f-cked around
get stuck in the ground
he f-cked around, he f-cked around
get stuck in the ground
so don’t f-ck around, don’t f-ck around, don’t f-ck around
don’t f-ck around, don’t f-ck around
get stuck in the ground

[verse 3: yung simmie]
you don’t want war with us, dreads swing, i’m a warrior
b-tch n-gga keep actin’ up, my young goons goin’ to pack him up
put him up then strap him up, callin’ shots they handle ya
got the tools, dismantle ya, he f-cked around, i ain’t mad at ya
that glock spit is goin’ to rip, your body, your chest flip
i’m from the city where n-ggas gritty, do me, get every penny
f-ck hoes, i got plenty, none of them get sh-t from me
she f-cked, she get in front me, soft n-ggas get flipped, homie
took her home, she kissed on me, call her when i get lonely
but i never get lonely, cause i been a mack, homie
ask me what i did, homie, pull her with two twins, homie
the one and the only, shootin’ fools like i’m kobe

[hook x2: yung simmie]
he f-cked around, he f-cked around, he f-cked around
get stuck in the ground
he f-cked around, he f-cked around
get stuck in the ground
so don’t f-ck around, don’t f-ck around, don’t f-ck around
don’t f-ck around, don’t f-ck around
get stuck in the ground

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