No More Simpin' (feat. Big Gwaup)
Yea
No more simpin, No more simpin'
All these stars in the sky got me reminiscin' you
Thinkin' how, Thinkin' how, Could I ever lose you
Put you on my fucking mind, So my niggas number two
Contemplating, Fucking hatin', got me feelin' blues clue
Feelin' right, Feelin' wrong, How can I ever choose
This ain't a game, Who to blame, You findin' someone else to use
It's okay, It's okay, Fuck my feelings, Who is you
No more simpin', Jus more pimpin'
Fuck your love, Send me nudes
No more simpin'
Yea, Yea, Yea
Don't you ever think you was the one
No more simpin'
Nah, Nah, Nah
You takin' off your fuckin' clothes
Jus to keep me fuckin' close
No more simpin'
Yea, Yea, Yea
Jealousy ran through me
Jus as smooth aquafin'
No more simpin'
Oooo
Jus to find anotha' way
Jus not you, Jus me babe
Was it easy
To forget about me
Was it easy
Go to nigga to nigga and still break our hearts
No more simpin'
Yea, Yea, Yea
Don't you ever think you was the one
No more simpin'
Yea, Yea, Yea
You takin' off your fuckin' clothes
Jus to keep me fuckin' close
Bouta hoe
I ain't trippin'
Bouta hoe, hoe
To be honest ion even callin' any bitch a hoe
Comes off disrespectful
I ain't never been the one to pick on a girl
Never had a bitch
Mean enough to me
For me to chase em
But I stay my eyes on the bag to me it's always been special
Why you think they call me Big Gwaup
I care for the gwaup
Not cause I have it
Could never keep my eyes on a girl too long
Or she might she special
All girls I seen think the same way
All want cash nothin' special like a spectrum
Always been easy to catch em
Always been easy to bitch em
But I never thought like that
But I never fought for that
Gotta be the one that focus on they bag
Ain't trippin' bouta bitch
Not bouta be a hoe on her phone and shi
She wanna talk down
Talkin' bout niggas ain't never been shi
Hol' up lil bitch
(No more simpin')
She wanna talk down on a nigga
Hol' up lil bitch
Hol' up lil bitch
Hol' up lil bitch
No more simpin'
Yea, Yea, Yea
Don't you ever think you was the one
No more simpin'
Yea, Yea, Yea
Jealousy ran through me
Jus as smooth aquafin
Yea, Yea, Yea
No more Simpin'
Yea, Yea, Yea
Aquafin
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ohhh
No more simpin, No more simpin'
All these stars in the sky got me reminiscin' you
Thinkin' how, Thinkin' how, Could I ever lose you
Put you on my fucking mind, So my niggas number two
Contemplating, Fucking hatin', got me feelin' blues clue
Feelin' right, Feelin' wrong, How can I ever choose
This ain't a game, Who to blame, You findin' someone else to use
It's okay, It's okay, Fuck my feelings, Who is you
No more simpin', Jus more pimpin'
Fuck your love, Send me nudes
No more simpin'
Yea, Yea, Yea
Don't you ever think you was the one
No more simpin'
Nah, Nah, Nah
You takin' off your fuckin' clothes
Jus to keep me fuckin' close
No more simpin'
Yea, Yea, Yea
Jealousy ran through me
Jus as smooth aquafin'
No more simpin'
Oooo
Jus to find anotha' way
Jus not you, Jus me babe
Was it easy
To forget about me
Was it easy
Go to nigga to nigga and still break our hearts
No more simpin'
Yea, Yea, Yea
Don't you ever think you was the one
No more simpin'
Yea, Yea, Yea
You takin' off your fuckin' clothes
Jus to keep me fuckin' close
Bouta hoe
I ain't trippin'
Bouta hoe, hoe
To be honest ion even callin' any bitch a hoe
Comes off disrespectful
I ain't never been the one to pick on a girl
Never had a bitch
Mean enough to me
For me to chase em
But I stay my eyes on the bag to me it's always been special
Why you think they call me Big Gwaup
I care for the gwaup
Not cause I have it
Could never keep my eyes on a girl too long
Or she might she special
All girls I seen think the same way
All want cash nothin' special like a spectrum
Always been easy to catch em
Always been easy to bitch em
But I never thought like that
But I never fought for that
Gotta be the one that focus on they bag
Ain't trippin' bouta bitch
Not bouta be a hoe on her phone and shi
She wanna talk down
Talkin' bout niggas ain't never been shi
Hol' up lil bitch
(No more simpin')
She wanna talk down on a nigga
Hol' up lil bitch
Hol' up lil bitch
Hol' up lil bitch
No more simpin'
Yea, Yea, Yea
Don't you ever think you was the one
No more simpin'
Yea, Yea, Yea
Jealousy ran through me
Jus as smooth aquafin
Yea, Yea, Yea
No more Simpin'
Yea, Yea, Yea
Aquafin
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ohhh
Credits
Writer(s): Dagmawi Feleke
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