Simmer by Elz ByFar Lyrics
[Verse I]
These niggas ain't about nothing
Cute as a mothafucking button
We gonna break rules while they're cuffing
They're just not touching me
See my feet are well above them
Show em I could get the party jumping
Ya got me shrugging
Talking bout some chip on your shoulder
Brag about clothes and I'll fold ya
Brag about hoes and I'll own ya
Brag about O's I don't know ya
Never saw ya, I'll ignore ya
Shit, I ain't singing nothing for the feds
Nothing for the pigs man this shit is something for the kids
Lil niggas, headed for the Pen
Ready to offend, never even burned a little bridge
You ain't never been through nothing
Bitch you bugging
If you coming
Out your mother fucking sucking lips with something
Like you're nasty and gonna come at me
Yo your shorty's in the backseat
Doing the nasty already, nigga
[Hook]
Simmer down down
Down down
Down down
Down, down
[Repeats 3x]
[Verse 2]
These niggas ain't about shit
But their mouth get
About as loud as this piff
That's about to get lit
Now I'm on some shit
And I won't quit, bitch I'm all in
Falling never been this hip
Better hop on, hurry
I know you heard the early bird story
I could care less particularly
About how many bottles you popping or if you rocking jewelry
Fuck I care what you do every
Time that you hit the club for the PR
I lose a little love with every bar
These mother fuckers waste at the party
Give me one reason to ease up or keep calm
Man please
Go ahead and think a little
Pour up a drink and it'll help to convince your mental
That you'll never be instrumental
Even if I laid a beat down and spit this at you
So
Hook:
[Repeats]
[Verse 3]
Ohhhhh, let me guess
There ain't no stopping your flow
And you spit everything straight up off of the dome
Say you wanna spit your little bars in my studio
But you can't afford to record em cuz the economy low!?
HA!
'Ay oye este Maricon!'
Ya bitch ass nigga, file for a loan
Or sit down bitch and watch me go
Far as I don't know
I'm still trying to decide that so
Leave the mic right there and don't get any closer!
I'll take it from here, I don't want ya
To get worried, cuz I'm surely
Gonna make you so sick to your stomach
You'll wish instead i was an ulcer
Gotta find a way to get at least a little pull
Before you grab the horns of a bull
I'm misunderstood
If I don't overstate this shit
So sit the fuck down then we all good
Ya dig
Hook:
[Repeats]
These niggas ain't about nothing
Cute as a mothafucking button
We gonna break rules while they're cuffing
They're just not touching me
See my feet are well above them
Show em I could get the party jumping
Ya got me shrugging
Talking bout some chip on your shoulder
Brag about clothes and I'll fold ya
Brag about hoes and I'll own ya
Brag about O's I don't know ya
Never saw ya, I'll ignore ya
Shit, I ain't singing nothing for the feds
Nothing for the pigs man this shit is something for the kids
Lil niggas, headed for the Pen
Ready to offend, never even burned a little bridge
You ain't never been through nothing
Bitch you bugging
If you coming
Out your mother fucking sucking lips with something
Like you're nasty and gonna come at me
Yo your shorty's in the backseat
Doing the nasty already, nigga
[Hook]
Simmer down down
Down down
Down down
Down, down
[Repeats 3x]
[Verse 2]
These niggas ain't about shit
But their mouth get
About as loud as this piff
That's about to get lit
Now I'm on some shit
And I won't quit, bitch I'm all in
Falling never been this hip
Better hop on, hurry
I know you heard the early bird story
I could care less particularly
About how many bottles you popping or if you rocking jewelry
Fuck I care what you do every
Time that you hit the club for the PR
I lose a little love with every bar
These mother fuckers waste at the party
Give me one reason to ease up or keep calm
Man please
Go ahead and think a little
Pour up a drink and it'll help to convince your mental
That you'll never be instrumental
Even if I laid a beat down and spit this at you
So
Hook:
[Repeats]
[Verse 3]
Ohhhhh, let me guess
There ain't no stopping your flow
And you spit everything straight up off of the dome
Say you wanna spit your little bars in my studio
But you can't afford to record em cuz the economy low!?
HA!
'Ay oye este Maricon!'
Ya bitch ass nigga, file for a loan
Or sit down bitch and watch me go
Far as I don't know
I'm still trying to decide that so
Leave the mic right there and don't get any closer!
I'll take it from here, I don't want ya
To get worried, cuz I'm surely
Gonna make you so sick to your stomach
You'll wish instead i was an ulcer
Gotta find a way to get at least a little pull
Before you grab the horns of a bull
I'm misunderstood
If I don't overstate this shit
So sit the fuck down then we all good
Ya dig
Hook:
[Repeats]