Simon Says
Fuck these hoes, they're all the same (yeah)
Man, I could say a couple names (ah)
But Vic don't ever kiss and tell (yeah)
And he don't ever snitch as well (ah)
I know we ain't even talked in days (yeah)
I know we ain't even talked today
Girl, I'm just tryna study, tryna concentrate, concentrate
But she the kinda thot I can't get out my brain
Never gave a fuck what Simon say
All y'all niggas fake
I'm the realest nigga born in '98
All my niggas swang
All y'all niggas lame
All these hoes the same
All these niggas broke
All these bitches cheap as talk, man, that's a shame
I'm just tryna have a good time
I'm just tryna have a good time
I'm just tryna set the mood right
I'm a red flag to a bull's eye
I ain't smoke weed in a blue sky
Been a minute since a nigga had a good time
I'm the type that hate saying good-bye
You the type that bring a gun to a food fight
Snitches gon' be snitches
Hoes gon' be hoes, yeah
Thanks to the fame it done turned my friends into foes
Gotta keep 'em on their toes
Gotta keep my eyes on the road
When I die where am I gon' go?
Man, that's something only God knows
I'm at it again, I'm at it again
Ain't got no feelings, ain't got no friends
I like being alone, you don't understand
My granny is sick, my uncle is late
My sister just passed, I swear I'm in pain
You think I'm playing? You think this a game?
I mean what I say, I think I'm insane
Don't like where I stay, my addy is lame
My momma is drained, yeah
She wake up she pray, pretend she okay
She fasting, she prayin' but ain't nothing changed
Things still the same but she ain't lost faith
My dad need a break, yeah (My dad need a)
He ain't rested in days, he chasing that pape, yeah
He got a good job but, fuck, it don't pay shit
Life's short as motherfucker
And everybody know, yeah, everybody know
So is you hot or cold? Is you yes or no?
Most them Christians warm, where do Christians go?
Blame it on yourself it ain't nobody's fault
Tryna get the dough, man, I'm so fucking broke
Don't live by the law, I don't live by no code
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
I'm just tryna have a good time
I'm jus tryna have a good time
I'm just tryna set the mood right
I'm a red flag to a bull's eye
I ain't smoke weed in a blue sky
Been a minute since a nigga had a good time
I'm the type that hates saying good-bye
You the type that bring a gun to a food fight
It's Vic Apollo Baby
Man, I could say a couple names (ah)
But Vic don't ever kiss and tell (yeah)
And he don't ever snitch as well (ah)
I know we ain't even talked in days (yeah)
I know we ain't even talked today
Girl, I'm just tryna study, tryna concentrate, concentrate
But she the kinda thot I can't get out my brain
Never gave a fuck what Simon say
All y'all niggas fake
I'm the realest nigga born in '98
All my niggas swang
All y'all niggas lame
All these hoes the same
All these niggas broke
All these bitches cheap as talk, man, that's a shame
I'm just tryna have a good time
I'm just tryna have a good time
I'm just tryna set the mood right
I'm a red flag to a bull's eye
I ain't smoke weed in a blue sky
Been a minute since a nigga had a good time
I'm the type that hate saying good-bye
You the type that bring a gun to a food fight
Snitches gon' be snitches
Hoes gon' be hoes, yeah
Thanks to the fame it done turned my friends into foes
Gotta keep 'em on their toes
Gotta keep my eyes on the road
When I die where am I gon' go?
Man, that's something only God knows
I'm at it again, I'm at it again
Ain't got no feelings, ain't got no friends
I like being alone, you don't understand
My granny is sick, my uncle is late
My sister just passed, I swear I'm in pain
You think I'm playing? You think this a game?
I mean what I say, I think I'm insane
Don't like where I stay, my addy is lame
My momma is drained, yeah
She wake up she pray, pretend she okay
She fasting, she prayin' but ain't nothing changed
Things still the same but she ain't lost faith
My dad need a break, yeah (My dad need a)
He ain't rested in days, he chasing that pape, yeah
He got a good job but, fuck, it don't pay shit
Life's short as motherfucker
And everybody know, yeah, everybody know
So is you hot or cold? Is you yes or no?
Most them Christians warm, where do Christians go?
Blame it on yourself it ain't nobody's fault
Tryna get the dough, man, I'm so fucking broke
Don't live by the law, I don't live by no code
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
I'm just tryna have a good time
I'm jus tryna have a good time
I'm just tryna set the mood right
I'm a red flag to a bull's eye
I ain't smoke weed in a blue sky
Been a minute since a nigga had a good time
I'm the type that hates saying good-bye
You the type that bring a gun to a food fight
It's Vic Apollo Baby
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Writer(s): Nqobisile Ncube
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