Simpin' Ain't Easy

Simpin' Ain't Easy Lyrics

Quarter Life Crisis  by D.O.G.theK.I.D.

Song  ·  3:38  ·  English

℗ 2023 D.O.G.theK.I.D.

Simpin' Ain't Easy Lyrics

Baby I′mma need you to pull up you know the vibes
What's it gonna take for me to see dat ass tonight
You know it′s a wrap soon as I get you in my sights
I think you might need a little simping in your life
Getting all your angles once you hit the perfect light
Post up on the gram so I can drown you in the likes
All these other niggas they know better they don't try it
You meet the criteria my baby just my type

Oh yeah, ok
Girl your body go so crazy
I won't lie uh
Niggas turning bozo just to get beside ya uh
Heard you got that wap I′m trynna slip and slide in
Everybody saying You the new Poseidon
If you wear them tights
I swear you start a riot
Never had no stylist
How you get so fly uh
Confidence so dangerous You was never shy
So What you finna do girl if we get in private

Why you moving like you never had a nigga?
Uh huh
Why it′s perfect symmetry all through your figure?
Uh huh
That shit bouncing
What you used to eat for dinner?
Uh huh
My shit loaded I might have to pull the trigger
Uh huh
The shit consistent girl it's giving you deliver
Uh huh
Fendi this and Dior dat
Uptown′s vanilla
Uh huh
I'm the driver you the Dj in the whip
Cause You the only one I trust with the auxilla

I need you baby (ugh)
What′s really the facts
Say wassup mami (Yeah)
Lemme feel that
Cash Money
Beds rockin in the back
Cus that
Big, Big, Big Body just like crack

I need you baby (ugh)
What's really the facts
Say wassup mami (Yeah)
Lemme feel that
Cash Money
Beds rockin in the back
Cus that
Big, Big, Big Body just like crack

Ok now what′s up my girl I'm trynna set this evening off
Talking nasty not safe with me
That shit come with a cost
I don't shine shoes no more
Guess they ain′t tell you I′m the boss
No more talking just pull up
Pretty baby Let's get lost
Need you wit me
It′s getting Pretty lonely at the top
Need you wit me
To help me kill the haters and the opps
My shit different
I know you seen your girls was trynna flock
Come with me now
Let's see if we can′t get your body rocked
Okkkk

Baby girl I'm fucking with your style that much is evident
Girl that ass Is excellence
Lemme lists the bitches that you better than
Trynna leave you with a kiss and traces of my fingerprints
Got a light that′s shining through your perfect shade of melanin

Need a Dose of your Curvaceous medicine
Take it for a Spike to my adrenaline
If you Come with me I be the fix for all your real nigga fetishes
Think you know your peak I'll take you higher than you ever been

I need you baby (ugh)
What's really the facts
Say wassup mami (Yeah)
Lemme feel that
Cash Money
Beds rockin in the back
Cus that
Big, Big, Big Body just like crack

I need you baby (ugh)
What′s really the facts
Say wassup mami (Yeah)
Lemme feel that
Cash Money
Beds rockin in the back
Cus that
Big, Big, Big Body just like crack

Swear i′m over empathetic
Cus these broads just upsetting
She tryna change the setting
BBL all on credit
Diamonds and the wedding
And these niggas still gon check in
Like me,
I'm just toxic with the weapon

Sexing finer women,
Always been the mission
Blue hunnids wit da drip, cus yknow a nigga winning
Is you coming or what, cus yknow a nigga dipping
Is you cumming or what, cus yknow a nigga
(ha)

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℗ 2023 D.O.G.theK.I.D.

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