Simp lyrics

[Intro]
(Starboy, you're my hero)
(Loesoe going crazy)
Yeah, yeah
Ah, oh yeah
n*gga, oh yeah
(It's Swoo gang, baby, ahaha)
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Breakin' her back and I'm back in this b*tch
Beat up the pus*y, it need a medkit
Chopper, get ready, we kicking this sh*t
Tryna be humble but killin' her sh*t
She dancing, she doing a split on the di*k
Don't bring your lil' friend if she ain't with the sh*t
Baby, we just f*cking, don't try to be slick
pus*y wet ocean like drippity-drip
Yeah, yeah, I put my b*tch in Rickety-Rick
Wonder why I keep buying this sh*t
She hot like an oven, might need a mitt
She can get hit like a stick
I can't let go, that pus*y got grip
Sassy lil' b*tch, she got lotta lip
She can't f*ck with you n*ggas 'cause n*ggas is simps
[Verse 1]
I'm on the top like some icing
Baby gon' bite me, she bite me
Bust from the back strike like lightning
Pull on her hair, yeah, she like it
Ain't made no damn mistake
She left you now it's a better day
From you, she had to get away
Now we sliding on interstate
These n*ggas so simp, they lame, lame
Just like Madison, n*ggas, they been game
I been eatin' all year, I been straight
And you just sit back and maintain
Spending these racks now I'm at the bank
I'm at the top and these n*ggas ain't
I'm on the block like a campaign
Hundred thousand, countin' Ben Franks
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah

[Chorus]
Breakin' her back and I'm back in this b*tch
Beat up the pus*y, it need a medkit
Chopper, get ready, we kicking this sh*t
Tryna be humble but killin' her sh*t
She dancing, she doing a split on the di*k
Don't bring your lil' friend if she ain't with the sh*t
Baby, we just f*cking, don't try to be slick
pus*y wet ocean like drippity-drip
Yeah, yeah, I put my b*tch in Rickety-Rick
Wonder why I keep buying this sh*t
She hot like an oven, might need a mitt
She can get hit like a stick
I can't let go, that pus*y got grip
Sassy lil' b*tch, she got lotta lip
She can't f*ck with you n*ggas 'cause n*ggas is simps
[Verse 2]
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lord forgive me, I know that I've sinned
In that pus*y, I know where I stand
Said she down and I feel like I'm gettin'
It's round two and we going again
di*k in her mouth, I'm f*cking her glands
She won't even let me go pull up my pants
Gave her di*k now she all in a trance
So deep, made her change up her stance
Buy you anything, I got a band
Oh yeah, okay
In her body, I feel like physician
Make her disappear, I ain't magician
She won't leave 'cause the di*k is terrific
Beat it up, I ain't talking 'bout spiffy

[Outro]
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah