Simba lyrics

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Straight out The Villle and I made it,

Like a villian I'm hated

I see'em gillin, I ate it though

Fien'n to blow inflatable, That's undebatable (ugh)

I'm givin niggas food for thought, the flow is cater yo

I'm never faded though,

Haters wanna see me broke, but me and the doe related hoe!

It's like my only son, where I go, he come!

niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Nah I don't stunt on niggas, I show'em how to do this shit

I'm somethin like the light-skin version of the very same baby that The Virgin Mary raised

That's word to everything!

nigga life a scary game but I'm playin

You sucka nigga lie in everything that ya sayin

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

Ay nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

I got protection, lethal weapons, and they aim on ya'll

I'm like the man on mars; I'm high as hell

Watch me blow like I exhale I excel in this rap shit,

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

I just massacre the streets, I'm a master of the beats and the rhymes
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I'm rappin for the freaks and the dimes and shine like a mothafuckin diamond,

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

That's word to my mom

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

The kind a flow that make a nigga hyper-ventilate (ugh)

See let me demonstrate, I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

The only pops a nigga ever seen around was Huckstable

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Look how the buzzer grow,

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Man I'm hungry, does it show?

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

I hope you niggas woke now, impermanentely

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

Word on the streets is I'm the prince nigga, check the splenda

And I can't wait to be the King, nigga: young simba!

Word on the streets is I'm the Prince nigga, check the splenda

And I can't wait to be the king, nigga: young simba!








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