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sloppy top - yung simmie lyrics

[intro: yung simmie]
the mack
nothin’ less
bum! bum! bum!
yeah!
bow! bow!

[verse 1: yung simmie]
i pull up in that drop-top gettin’ drop-top from that ho
she was geekin’ off a molly, i was leanin’ off a fo’
blowin’ smoke, you a rookie, don’t you choke, watch a pro
as i go, supersonic flow wavy like a boat
swisher sweet with the loudest dro, smokin’ at the sto’
i never been a ho, quick to up the fo’ and let it go
if you ain’t know, now you do
no stoppin’, i’m chuckin’ the deuce
sippin’ on henny and i’m feelin’ loose
stompin’ on n-ggas, i rap in my boots
what you goin’ do? i’ma slide with my crew
raider the klan, so n-gga, who you?
pop-pop from the double glock
pop-pop, that’s two shots, thug life like 2pac
three hoes, but i’m too hot
n-gga, where the party?
gettin’ gnarley and we smokin’ bob marley
course i must ride in the ‘rari
course i must ride with the shotty
all white sh-t, yo gotti
pop-pop when i stand over bodies
choppin’ up sh-t like karate
i’m sh-ttin’ on n-ggas like i got to potty
of course i’m that n-gga but don’t tell n0body
i pour up a fo’ for all of my homies
man, i’m so cool, you n-ggas don’t know me
i’m sippin’ on forty, got thirties, that’s sixties
it’s so fast, n-ggas ain’t even runnin’ with me
come get me, twenty plus thirty, that’s fifties
mommy ridin’ with me, it ain’t fair
and my weed got them hairs, so i’m higher than a astronaut
play with me, b-tch you not, get dome in the parkin’ lot
i pull up in that wooh-wooh-wooh, gettin’ sloppy top
wooh-wooh!

[hook: yung simmie]
in a drop-top gettin’ sloppy top
in a drop-top gettin’ sloppy top
gettin’ drop-top in a parkin’ lot
gettin’ drop-top in a parkin’ lot
in a drop-top gettin’ sloppy top
in a drop-top gettin’ sloppy top
gettin’ drop-top in a parkin’ lot
gettin’ drop-top in a parkin’ lot

[verse 2: yung simmie]
drop-top in a parkin’ lot, smokin’ out, you smell the pot
beatin’ loud on your block, so all the hoes is on my jock
i’m so for real, i kid you not, that red beam on my forty glock
i’m gettin’ dome and runnin’ from the cops
life for the police, i ain’t runnin’ from the cops
i’m a lyrical pistol and my gun stay c-cked
got sm-ts on my d-ck, want to taste my c-ck
i’ma roll up a blunt cause i don’t need stress
she said, “simmie, you can nut on my chest”
and you already know, man, i got to do my thing
nuts goin’ to sw-ng like keys when they hang
barkin’ at n-ggas like i’m a great dane
march with my n-ggas, we walk in the rain
a mack, i smoke a lot, get dome in the parkin’ lot
you lame, what you talkin’ ’bout? i take your girl and hit her spot
a mack, i smoke a lot, get dome in the parkin’ lot
a lame, what you talkin’ ’bout? i take your girl and hit her spot

- yung simmie lyrics

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