Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Bitch tryna f*ck
Before I finish my sentence
I'm smelling like gas
When I'm making my entrance
Don't step on my shoes
Man these shits is expensive
Tryna get me some bread
And die young f*ck a pension
Lemme teach you a lesson
When a bitch acting out
Know it's just for attention
I cut off my ex
That bitch was excessive
Damn, that boy Squale impressive
I had to make it work
I'm running to that bag
You running late to work
Told her it won't work
I'm getting to that bread
She getting on my nerves
I come from the dirt
I'm tryna bust down the watch
That's why I'm busting swerves
I cannot be last
Gotta finish first
Nice day out
Gotta pull up in the vert
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
If you play you get hit
I ain't gotta send a text
But that boy get the message
When I slide in that whip
I be paranoid
My pockets stuffed full of lettuce
I smoke out the zip
Wit a bad bitch
Three points more than a 7
It is what it is
This the life that I live
Peanut butter seats in the whip
Got that boy jealous
Got fiends where I live
You ain't seen what we did
So when we was all kids
Wasn't shit you could tell us
Just hopped out the whip
Had a blunt it was lit
When I walk in that bitch
Now I know they gonna smell it
Bitch imma felon
I'm chilling wit felons
Don't need me a job
I got work I could sell it
If we couldn't buy it
Then we would just steal it
If you never been broke
Don't expect you to feel it
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Squale - Simp Lyrics
Squale - Simp Lyrics
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Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Bitch tryna f*ck
Before I finish my sentence
I'm smelling like gas
When I'm making my entrance
Don't step on my shoes
Man these shits is expensive
Tryna get me some bread
And die young f*ck a pension
Lemme teach you a lesson
When a bitch acting out
Know it's just for attention
I cut off my ex
That bitch was excessive
Damn, that boy Squale impressive
I had to make it work
I'm running to that bag
You running late to work
Told her it won't work
I'm getting to that bread
She getting on my nerves
I come from the dirt
I'm tryna bust down the watch
That's why I'm busting swerves
I cannot be last
Gotta finish first
Nice day out
Gotta pull up in the vert
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
If you play you get hit
I ain't gotta send a text
But that boy get the message
When I slide in that whip
I be paranoid
My pockets stuffed full of lettuce
I smoke out the zip
Wit a bad bitch
Three points more than a 7
It is what it is
This the life that I live
Peanut butter seats in the whip
Got that boy jealous
Got fiends where I live
You ain't seen what we did
So when we was all kids
Wasn't shit you could tell us
Just hopped out the whip
Had a blunt it was lit
When I walk in that bitch
Now I know they gonna smell it
Bitch imma felon
I'm chilling wit felons
Don't need me a job
I got work I could sell it
If we couldn't buy it
Then we would just steal it
If you never been broke
Don't expect you to feel it
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Bitch tryna f*ck
Before I finish my sentence
I'm smelling like gas
When I'm making my entrance
Don't step on my shoes
Man these shits is expensive
Tryna get me some bread
And die young f*ck a pension
Lemme teach you a lesson
When a bitch acting out
Know it's just for attention
I cut off my ex
That bitch was excessive
Damn, that boy Squale impressive
I had to make it work
I'm running to that bag
You running late to work
Told her it won't work
I'm getting to that bread
She getting on my nerves
I come from the dirt
I'm tryna bust down the watch
That's why I'm busting swerves
I cannot be last
Gotta finish first
Nice day out
Gotta pull up in the vert
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
If you play you get hit
I ain't gotta send a text
But that boy get the message
When I slide in that whip
I be paranoid
My pockets stuffed full of lettuce
I smoke out the zip
Wit a bad bitch
Three points more than a 7
It is what it is
This the life that I live
Peanut butter seats in the whip
Got that boy jealous
Got fiends where I live
You ain't seen what we did
So when we was all kids
Wasn't shit you could tell us
Just hopped out the whip
Had a blunt it was lit
When I walk in that bitch
Now I know they gonna smell it
Bitch imma felon
I'm chilling wit felons
Don't need me a job
I got work I could sell it
If we couldn't buy it
Then we would just steal it
If you never been broke
Don't expect you to feel it
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Just ran thru that mall
Damn, how much you spent
At least enough for ya rent
Her name in his bio
That boy is a simp
I guess he can't take a hint
I'm swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Writer: Nicholas DiPasquale
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid