BBSIMON
BB Simon belt thirty-two waist
I can put that lil bitch in her place
They want me to change but I'm still the same
Deranged insane and all alone again
Look at my Versace cardigan
Sad to say I'm doing bars again
All these bitches clowns Harley Quinn's
My mama still taking tamoxifen
I pop a xannie I'm feeling amazing
washing it down with the tito's no chaser
I put an eighth in a blunt imma face it
I got a BB Simon on my waist bitch
Face it
Life is really what you make it
If life was a game of cards I wouldn't have any hearts I'd only have spades bitch
I'm a soldier baby we should go to war
I'm busting on her like a glock fourty four
I'm Davey Crockett in the middle of the forest
Thirty-thirty rifle on me make you sing just like a chorus
BB Simon belt thirty-two waist
I can put that lil bitch in her place
They want me to change but I'm still the same
Deranged insane and all alone again
Look at my Versace cardigan
Sad to say I'm doing bars again
All these bitches clowns Harley Quinn's
She telling me we should just talk it out
But I told her there's nothing to talk about
When I wake up I swear that you let me down
Should we break up or should we just wait it out
I'm holding back all this anger I wish someone test me I swear that I'd let it out
All of my day is filled with storms and they're coming with hail mix it in with the rainy Clouds
Look what you did to me drain my emotions you think that I'm here just to get some Clout
All of the circles we run in don't got the endurance to make it another round
All the mistakes that you're pulling don't got the insurance to go out and pay them now
All the excuses just save them now
Your bullshit officially off the route
Thirty-two waist BB Simon
Yeah your bitch say she like my rhyming
We go downtown and we're dining
All my niggas stars in the shining
Robin Thicke these blurred lines thin
If I give you an inch go a mile then
You like the way I get the crowd lit
And you notice the way that I style bend
I'm making music till I'm running out of time
I'm drinking Hennessy and going out my mind
They want me to vibe but I'm not your kind you're not on my side
You should've told me from the start that you were never gonna ride
BB Simon belt thirty-two waist
I can put that lil bitch in her place
They want me to change but I'm still the same
Deranged insane and all alone again
Look at my Versace cardigan
Sad to say I'm doing bars again
All these bitches clowns Harley Quinn's
I can put that lil bitch in her place
They want me to change but I'm still the same
Deranged insane and all alone again
Look at my Versace cardigan
Sad to say I'm doing bars again
All these bitches clowns Harley Quinn's
My mama still taking tamoxifen
I pop a xannie I'm feeling amazing
washing it down with the tito's no chaser
I put an eighth in a blunt imma face it
I got a BB Simon on my waist bitch
Face it
Life is really what you make it
If life was a game of cards I wouldn't have any hearts I'd only have spades bitch
I'm a soldier baby we should go to war
I'm busting on her like a glock fourty four
I'm Davey Crockett in the middle of the forest
Thirty-thirty rifle on me make you sing just like a chorus
BB Simon belt thirty-two waist
I can put that lil bitch in her place
They want me to change but I'm still the same
Deranged insane and all alone again
Look at my Versace cardigan
Sad to say I'm doing bars again
All these bitches clowns Harley Quinn's
She telling me we should just talk it out
But I told her there's nothing to talk about
When I wake up I swear that you let me down
Should we break up or should we just wait it out
I'm holding back all this anger I wish someone test me I swear that I'd let it out
All of my day is filled with storms and they're coming with hail mix it in with the rainy Clouds
Look what you did to me drain my emotions you think that I'm here just to get some Clout
All of the circles we run in don't got the endurance to make it another round
All the mistakes that you're pulling don't got the insurance to go out and pay them now
All the excuses just save them now
Your bullshit officially off the route
Thirty-two waist BB Simon
Yeah your bitch say she like my rhyming
We go downtown and we're dining
All my niggas stars in the shining
Robin Thicke these blurred lines thin
If I give you an inch go a mile then
You like the way I get the crowd lit
And you notice the way that I style bend
I'm making music till I'm running out of time
I'm drinking Hennessy and going out my mind
They want me to vibe but I'm not your kind you're not on my side
You should've told me from the start that you were never gonna ride
BB Simon belt thirty-two waist
I can put that lil bitch in her place
They want me to change but I'm still the same
Deranged insane and all alone again
Look at my Versace cardigan
Sad to say I'm doing bars again
All these bitches clowns Harley Quinn's
Credits
Writer(s): David Hobson
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