True Story ft. John Ramon Lyrics

(We Love You Simmy)

Like how you love that bitch, you only took her on a date

Like how you gonna trust that bitch, when she switching up and fucked your gang

Like how you gonna cuff a bitch, you haven't even fucked oh yeah, no way

I told my brodie stick to stacking, fuck them bitches, ay

Like make it happen

Told my baby hop in the backseat

She roll the fat weed

Fancy see the drip you know I'm fancy

Classy get fancy frames you know be candy

I got the eye candy now all of you boys gonna be lacking

Real rockstar might off myself tonight, I'm feeling like Kurt

I can't lie I left my ex, cause the bitch get on my nerves

I was in love but I left that hoe, cause she ain't know my worth

Been in the dirt so got damn long that I became one with the earth

Might go get with a nurse so she can help prescribe me Percs

I got a problem, I took a piss, and that shit looking like syrup

I'm in the booth I'm feeling like Uzi cause I got a Glock in my purse

Better watch who you calling your friends, they really be wishing the worst

Large crowds make me nervous

X pills calm my nerves

Paint red on your shirt

That's my real artwork

Remember when all y'all hated

And now all y'all hurt

I'm all inside your bitch skirt

I made that little hoe squirt

I put a price on your head

Now I'm just dodging the feds

I live my life on the edge

She lives her life in my bed

Shawty gone open them legs

Cause she know I got a check

Know that I'm smoking them runtz

Shawty just counting my bread

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