Simp by Trill3r Lyrics
You dropped some of that cotton by your feet nigga
Oh you a slave huh, well I'ma street nigga
Level up before the streets get you, literally
Tiffany & Co, you deserve diamonds for your pickaninny
I ain't no saviour but they're pickin' me
Picnic basket for that bread and grass I'm sittin' in
Run back that gold I should be drippin' in
Run that back like runnin' for gold or my olympic team
I seek understanding not sympathy
I love my women, no simp in me
Just play on her heart strings like a symphony
Sin city, drinking Henny like its water with the winnin' team
And I don't give a fuck about the industry
I just say what I feel put it in the beat
And they're feelin' me
Women twerkin' on my timeline's killin' me
Give Trill3r peace 'fore I slide in your DMs like give Trill a piece
For the thrill of it, singing it like Mike Jackson, thriller g
I'm getting vex my stomach hurtin'
I'm wylin' out, my lady Getting nervous
Push those buttons I know how to work it
I'm try'na show her that there's more to twerkin'
Drinking and drivin' I shouldn't be swervin'
Diggin' the vibe and I'm bigger in person
Let's go and ride if you can be of service
Then wash it down like its rinsed in detergent
Pigs on the road ain't much of a deterrent
Vac pack sealed and no you can't smell it
The rock, stone cold pot, little homie can sell it
Lips sealed and I know that you get it
Take a L, bounce back with a whole different method
I don't call girls hoes but know she can get it
Life's a bitch, give her dick as a gift
Guess the inches while holdin' my presence
No we don't measure up
Words flying round the hood like it's cellular
Oh you a slave huh, well I'ma street nigga
Level up before the streets get you, literally
Tiffany & Co, you deserve diamonds for your pickaninny
I ain't no saviour but they're pickin' me
Picnic basket for that bread and grass I'm sittin' in
Run back that gold I should be drippin' in
Run that back like runnin' for gold or my olympic team
I seek understanding not sympathy
I love my women, no simp in me
Just play on her heart strings like a symphony
Sin city, drinking Henny like its water with the winnin' team
And I don't give a fuck about the industry
I just say what I feel put it in the beat
And they're feelin' me
Women twerkin' on my timeline's killin' me
Give Trill3r peace 'fore I slide in your DMs like give Trill a piece
For the thrill of it, singing it like Mike Jackson, thriller g
I'm getting vex my stomach hurtin'
I'm wylin' out, my lady Getting nervous
Push those buttons I know how to work it
I'm try'na show her that there's more to twerkin'
Drinking and drivin' I shouldn't be swervin'
Diggin' the vibe and I'm bigger in person
Let's go and ride if you can be of service
Then wash it down like its rinsed in detergent
Pigs on the road ain't much of a deterrent
Vac pack sealed and no you can't smell it
The rock, stone cold pot, little homie can sell it
Lips sealed and I know that you get it
Take a L, bounce back with a whole different method
I don't call girls hoes but know she can get it
Life's a bitch, give her dick as a gift
Guess the inches while holdin' my presence
No we don't measure up
Words flying round the hood like it's cellular