She be simpin Lyrics – J. Grimes

She be simpin Lyrics by J. Grimes

She be simpin yea
She be simpin yea
She be simpin yea
She be she be simpin yea

f#ck if i ain’t mackin on nobody
Catch me in the maserati
I’m just poppin all these b#tches
And these snitches gettin snitches

Came up from the underground
Got hoes be talkin about my sound
Used to makin trash up in my study
So i need a f#ck buddy

Flex this and this like i’m rich
I move on to the newest b#tch cuz this one i’m bout to ditch
She sent me snapchat and i screenshot that
Yo we did a 69 and i ain’t talkin bout the rat

Thotties on my list and i even give her kiss
She sucked me dry and i ain’t f#cking with the five year itch
I came up after all these trash #ss rappers kicked me out
Now you tryna f#ck with j and chasin all this clout clout

I’m rappin attackin
My money be stackin
My drip is insane yo
Cuz i never be lackin

I took her to crib
Cuz she know i be packin
She ain’t the first
Of a kind

I can tell
I’m forgetting her name
Cuz it don’t ring a bell
You buying from hooker

Whatever she sell
She expect me to call
But i can’t find my cell
She tell me she love me

I say you go to hell
My daddy is trump
And he funding my project
Got money for days

I’m defying the logic
I don’t overvalue what she be
Out passing
She blow up my phone

I call it harassi
And tities fresh as f#ck yuh
Used to f#cking round with the neighborhood
Hoes

Now they tryna a book ! a seat down at my next
Show
So she be simpin yo (repeat)
He’s in charge of this dump xyz

Verse ::
It’s ya boi j
To the r, grimes
(can’t touch this, )

I flex fast for these hoes
No response time
You n#gg#s simpin out
I tell ya what boy

I read hoes like a back of a playboy
She keep you round though
(cuz dumb play around)
You soy soy

Only one that’s getting played
You cuz you her boy toy
She buying me a dinner
And call me a winner

I’m leaving her shook
Cuz you know im a sinner
I leave you on read
Cuz im f#ckin yo sister

I found her tinder
She mail me a lot
Returning to sender
Slay

Ain’t no way
You b#tches finna
Play the king of rhyme
What

Commited the crimes
You doing the time
If im a quarter then you a dime
What you think that you my wife

I’m just living my life
I’m just living life
What you think you my wife
Yuh yuh aye

I ain’t gotta approach these thotties
They be like bugatti
Showing up at all my parties
Sippin lean and pills deep in some xan

Poppin xxxans
All you hating simp boys
Dissing you cuz i can
Changed my phone number

Cuz she be simpin
She be simpin
She be simpin yo
She be simpin

She be simpin yo
Slay !
She be simpin yo (ending chorus)
123 i got money in da back

Backseats full put these on my lap
Word to my name j grimes
Coming back
I say the word n#gg# though but i ain’t even black

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J. Grimes Lyrics – She be simpin

J. Grimes

She be simpin