Turn Up Yung Simmie
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[Bridge x2]
Weed got me percule, eyes tight like girdle (x3)
Cruising through the hood slow, something like a turtle
[Hook x2]
TURN UP, TURN UP, TURN UP, TURN UP, TURN UP, TURN UP, TURN UP, TURN UP
[Bridge]
[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
I'm with my white boys we gettin' loose
2 cups ain't sippin' juice
Eyes low so who is you ?
She blew the team I call her blue
In the hood I'm feeling good
Opa Locka we tote them choppas
She need me I don't need her
He gettin' mad he might need a doctor
I need cake no betty crocker
So I can spin it I got no limit
A crew full of dudes
You ain't got no women, boy you trippin'
I'm Rico Suave I'm dressed in Linen
Walk in the building smelling like lemons
On stage we getting wild
I'm a grown man but I'm a child
Smoke niggas like black & mild
I say it loud I'm black & proud
Goin' in no comin' out
We puttin' work even in a drought
If I had kids they in her mouth
'Cuz want we chills is what she talking 'bout
I bust a nut can't feel my legs
I'm layin' down & she walkin' out
I love money, bring it to me
If it ain't money it's clean pussy
Turn up then turn out
In the Caddy Daddy we burn-out
Roll a fatty fatty then smoked out
Low key we loced out
Big clips that poke out
Young niggas gon' show out
Weed got me percule, eyes tight like girdle (x3)
Cruising through the hood slow, something like a turtle
[Hook x2]
TURN UP, TURN UP, TURN UP, TURN UP, TURN UP, TURN UP, TURN UP, TURN UP
[Bridge]
[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
I'm with my white boys we gettin' loose
2 cups ain't sippin' juice
Eyes low so who is you ?
She blew the team I call her blue
In the hood I'm feeling good
Opa Locka we tote them choppas
She need me I don't need her
He gettin' mad he might need a doctor
I need cake no betty crocker
So I can spin it I got no limit
A crew full of dudes
You ain't got no women, boy you trippin'
I'm Rico Suave I'm dressed in Linen
Walk in the building smelling like lemons
On stage we getting wild
I'm a grown man but I'm a child
Smoke niggas like black & mild
I say it loud I'm black & proud
Goin' in no comin' out
We puttin' work even in a drought
If I had kids they in her mouth
'Cuz want we chills is what she talking 'bout
I bust a nut can't feel my legs
I'm layin' down & she walkin' out
I love money, bring it to me
If it ain't money it's clean pussy
Turn up then turn out
In the Caddy Daddy we burn-out
Roll a fatty fatty then smoked out
Low key we loced out
Big clips that poke out
Young niggas gon' show out
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