Simon Says by Koncept Uzari Lyrics
[Chorus]
Ion care what Simon says
We slime we make a mess
Imma teach em how to dress
Cut it out imma cut my dreads
These niggas don’t understand
They should start talking less
Running up bout a thous in bands
My bitch look so impressed
Bad hoes they ain’t got no man
Having vibes and they underdressed
Many goals gotta stick to the plan
Cos i don’t need no stress
Me and racks go hand in hand
Rose gold my private jet
Young slime got my check in Advance
Know I ain’t spent it yet
[verse1]
No cap we having vibes
I had to change my life
In the trap house with no lights
On tour Ion need no guide
Brought a wedding ring for that bitch
But I won’t make her my wife
Young slime came up from shit
I know you not my kind
I gave that bitch a couple racks just for some Gucci kicks
I gotta brush shit off my shoulder like a boujie bitch
I squeezed her booty and she told me I can have all this
Can’t take her body off my mind I had to take a pic
My pain seaps through the glass
No I can’t understand
Too high I cannot brag
I swear You cannot last
Boy when you get that bag
Iced out that’s Johnny dang
I cannot count on fans
But I still count these bands
Lil bitch I’m so legit
Put 2 grams in my spliff
I told that bitch that this ain't that and that’s just what it is
This shit no cap I’m taking facts this shit just how I live
She throw it back and told me she gon buss it for the kid
[Chorus]
Ion care what Simon says
We slime we make a mess
Imma teach em how to dress
Cut it out imma cut my dreads
These niggas don’t understand
They should start talking less
Running up bout a thous in bands
My bitch look so impressed
Bad hoes they ain’t got no man
Having vibes and they underdressed
Many goals gotta stick to the plan
Cos i don’t need no stress
Me and racks go hand in hand
Rose gold my private jet
Young slime got my check in Advance
Know I ain’t spent it yet
[verse2]
So high we flying private
Don’t drive ain’t got no licence
But i still pick up all these bitches without even trying
I’m really wavy baby
No use in tryna play me
I’m tryna make a couple mil and they gon Televise it
Can’t see thru nae nae shades
Balencees ain’t got stains
The sky was looking grey
So I had to make a way
I had to pave the way
Go to a better place
Now I can’t feel my face
She gave me head I pushed the breaks
I told her dont believe in any shit they told you
Cos they might get this shit confused with all that old news
I got the vibe give me a time and you can roll thru
Left them outside and that ain’t right so they can roll too
(Outro)We can get it on girl uhhh…
Ion care what Simon says
We slime we make a mess
Imma teach em how to dress
Cut it out imma cut my dreads
These niggas don’t understand
They should start talking less
Running up bout a thous in bands
My bitch look so impressed
Bad hoes they ain’t got no man
Having vibes and they underdressed
Many goals gotta stick to the plan
Cos i don’t need no stress
Me and racks go hand in hand
Rose gold my private jet
Young slime got my check in Advance
Know I ain’t spent it yet
[verse1]
No cap we having vibes
I had to change my life
In the trap house with no lights
On tour Ion need no guide
Brought a wedding ring for that bitch
But I won’t make her my wife
Young slime came up from shit
I know you not my kind
I gave that bitch a couple racks just for some Gucci kicks
I gotta brush shit off my shoulder like a boujie bitch
I squeezed her booty and she told me I can have all this
Can’t take her body off my mind I had to take a pic
My pain seaps through the glass
No I can’t understand
Too high I cannot brag
I swear You cannot last
Boy when you get that bag
Iced out that’s Johnny dang
I cannot count on fans
But I still count these bands
Lil bitch I’m so legit
Put 2 grams in my spliff
I told that bitch that this ain't that and that’s just what it is
This shit no cap I’m taking facts this shit just how I live
She throw it back and told me she gon buss it for the kid
[Chorus]
Ion care what Simon says
We slime we make a mess
Imma teach em how to dress
Cut it out imma cut my dreads
These niggas don’t understand
They should start talking less
Running up bout a thous in bands
My bitch look so impressed
Bad hoes they ain’t got no man
Having vibes and they underdressed
Many goals gotta stick to the plan
Cos i don’t need no stress
Me and racks go hand in hand
Rose gold my private jet
Young slime got my check in Advance
Know I ain’t spent it yet
[verse2]
So high we flying private
Don’t drive ain’t got no licence
But i still pick up all these bitches without even trying
I’m really wavy baby
No use in tryna play me
I’m tryna make a couple mil and they gon Televise it
Can’t see thru nae nae shades
Balencees ain’t got stains
The sky was looking grey
So I had to make a way
I had to pave the way
Go to a better place
Now I can’t feel my face
She gave me head I pushed the breaks
I told her dont believe in any shit they told you
Cos they might get this shit confused with all that old news
I got the vibe give me a time and you can roll thru
Left them outside and that ain’t right so they can roll too
(Outro)We can get it on girl uhhh…