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armani caesar - simply done lyrics
[chorus scratches: dj premier]
i’m just givin’ you facts
me, i’m in the cut with my mind on the bucks
i thought i oughta tell you
it’s so so simply done
[verse 1: armani caesar & benny the butcher]
let me get on my fl!ck sh_t (woah)
y’all n_ggas been on some b_tch sh_t (uh huh)
i’m blankin’ out on all of these dipsh_ts (brr), top of my hitlist (yup)
hustle gang, i’m on my tip sh_t (uh huh)
goin’ hard, i’m on my stiff d_ck (woo)
my n_ggas sharpshooters, aim and cl!ck, i ain’t talkin’ no twit’ pic (brr)
i get in that booth and i rip sh_t (uh huh), no playin’, no kid sh_t (uh huh)
in the club hittin’ that woah (woah)
bad b_tch on my bébé’s kids sh_t (uh huh), bosses, i cl!ck with (yeah)
if you a weak b_tch, you gon’ hate me (aww)
an insecure b_tch can’t take me (hah)
i walk around like i’m that b_tch (what up?), ain’t sh_t the bum can say, ‘kay? (nah)
just keep them b_tches out my way, bae (uh huh)
yeah, i be k_k!llin’ these b_tches (k!llin’ these b_tches)
crest white pearlies, i be still grillin’ these b_tches (still grillin’ these b_tches)
yo, west, i’ma make a mil’ on these b_tches (what up? yo)
run it up, f_ck it, make a bunch of mils on these b_tches, chyeah (ayy, look)
[verse 2: benny the butcher]
presidents i’m foldin’ (check), presidential rollie (check)
when they know you got it, they be beggin’ you to hold it (d_mn)
ties with too many shooters (uh huh), lies from too many jewelers (facts)
’bout to cop the apartment complex with twenty units
all year, i’m givin’ out pressure, fiends remember me from the block
givin’ out testers, never givin’ out extras (uh uh)
you get what you pay for, you wanna be a hustler
but you can’t afford the work (what?), n_gga, don’t quit your day job
godfather sh_t, i still might do the shootin’ (brr)
the graveyard in my city like a high school reunion
ten years ago, i was in the company of bricks (i was)
my old plug might just run into me at phipps (what’s happenin’?)
shorty told her homegirl she want me, i’m a l!ck (oh word?)
but she gotta eat p_ssy if she wanna be my b_tch
strap ’round the chop, we got army tools, all these goons
and guns stashed in the kitchen and the laundry room
why would i acknowledge you? (why?)you got a team full of n_ggas
that’s sorry fools with cheap guns and borrowed jewels
keep playin’, i’ll send armani through
you know the passenger a shooter when we spin the ferrari through
[chorus scratches: dj premier]
i’m just givin’ you facts
me, i’m in the cut with my mind on the bucks
i thought i oughta tell you
it’s so so simply done
i’m just givin’ you facts
me, i’m in the cut with my mind on the bucks
i thought i oughta tell you
it’s so so simply done
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