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Simba Video (MV)




Performed By: GTB JMONEY
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Jaylan Jemerson




GTB JMONEY - Simba Lyrics




What it do, HB
Girl, I'm stuck in the sims
Bitch, to cold
I'm finna thug in the winter

Lost child stuck in the jungle
I feel like Simba
Like, bitch, I feel like Simba
Bitch, I feel like Simba

Bitch, I'ma thug through the winter
Yeah, feel like Simba
These bitches weird, tryna play for the camera
How I'm gon' pray for the fake niggas

Sayin' I'm fake, finna cut niggas out of the picture
Bitch, I be stackin' up bread
That zotic be smokin' my dreads
Got hoes like Santa

Yeah I just bought me a red nigga
Live for the dead he
Screamin' that boy need a pamper
Head stay low on christmas

Ain't got no money
It's gon' be a cold December
All I need is zips and pounds
And everybody gon' be good this winter

Lost child stuck in the jungle, Simba
Crazy how a young nigga met these killers
I was outside tryna find a way
Then twin came back, like, let's go get it

Now nigga's outside countin' these digits
I got tired f*ckin' washing these dishes
Mama keep sayin' she tired of me trippin
Go back to school, go get your ticket

But look where it got us, we stuck in the trenches
Got a full of AR and it tote extenches
Rather rob a nigga blind before I eat Rice Krispies
Two niggas, one pole, every scene got icky

Tryna run up these stacks while I tote my blicky
Gotta call my twin, you rollin' with me
Ayy, nigga, you rollin'
We out

Every situation was so down, sticky
Pass that blunt, we out
Outside all night, tryna tote, this blicky
Pass my gun, we out
We catch nigga movin', this shit get wicked

Tryna find a job, damn near every day
Niggas wanna call, shit I'm tryna get paid
Shit got denied a couple times, like, dang
Everybody tryna tell a young nigga, wait

Shit keep playin', I'ma break, nigga, safe
Break nigga crib, I'ma up in his face
We gon' color nigga room, gon' spray like paint
Just two young niggas tryna take a nigga rank

Bust in the crib, gotta run to the Sink
Nigga got shot, nah, nigga, I'm grazed
Shit, I finally got a job, niggas, gave me a raise
Nigga got fired after two months of pay

Shit, they search nigga bag, told nigga, get away
Shit, I'm like, f*ck it, shit, I chose a better way
Found a nice bitch, tryna get a wedding ring
But she, always on dick every time I come late

Should, I go stupid, should, I go dumb
Man, I lost too many, man, f*ck it, I'm done
Man, I'm sittin' in church, tryna figure out what
What I'm gon' do

Remember 14, I was tryna still shoes
Nigga only got out with Timberland boots
Nigga chained me down, big nigga got loose
I was tryna get around, but twin got boom

I was tryna get around, but a twin got boom
I was tryna get around with the Timberland boots
Sippin' on a drug, don't fix shit, too
All I could do is just remember you

These bitches weird, tryna play for the camera
How I'm gon' pray for the fake niggas, sayin' I'm fake
Finna cut, niggas out of the picture
Bitch I be stackin' up bread, that zotic be smokin

My dreads got hoes like Santa
Yeah I just bought me a red, nigga, live for the dead
He screamin', that boy need a pamper
Head stay low on christmas, ain't got no money

It's gon' be a cold December
All I need is zips and pounds
And everybody gon' be good this winter
Lost child stuck in the jungle, Simba

Crazy how a young nigga met these killers
I was outside tryna find a way
Then twin came back like, let's go get it
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What it do, HB
Girl, I'm stuck in the sims
Bitch, to cold
I'm finna thug in the winter

Lost child stuck in the jungle
I feel like Simba
Like, bitch, I feel like Simba
Bitch, I feel like Simba

Bitch, I'ma thug through the winter
Yeah, feel like Simba
These bitches weird, tryna play for the camera
How I'm gon' pray for the fake niggas

Sayin' I'm fake, finna cut niggas out of the picture
Bitch, I be stackin' up bread
That zotic be smokin' my dreads
Got hoes like Santa

Yeah I just bought me a red nigga
Live for the dead he
Screamin' that boy need a pamper
Head stay low on christmas

Ain't got no money
It's gon' be a cold December
All I need is zips and pounds
And everybody gon' be good this winter

Lost child stuck in the jungle, Simba
Crazy how a young nigga met these killers
I was outside tryna find a way
Then twin came back, like, let's go get it

Now nigga's outside countin' these digits
I got tired f*ckin' washing these dishes
Mama keep sayin' she tired of me trippin
Go back to school, go get your ticket

But look where it got us, we stuck in the trenches
Got a full of AR and it tote extenches
Rather rob a nigga blind before I eat Rice Krispies
Two niggas, one pole, every scene got icky

Tryna run up these stacks while I tote my blicky
Gotta call my twin, you rollin' with me
Ayy, nigga, you rollin'
We out

Every situation was so down, sticky
Pass that blunt, we out
Outside all night, tryna tote, this blicky
Pass my gun, we out
We catch nigga movin', this shit get wicked

Tryna find a job, damn near every day
Niggas wanna call, shit I'm tryna get paid
Shit got denied a couple times, like, dang
Everybody tryna tell a young nigga, wait

Shit keep playin', I'ma break, nigga, safe
Break nigga crib, I'ma up in his face
We gon' color nigga room, gon' spray like paint
Just two young niggas tryna take a nigga rank

Bust in the crib, gotta run to the Sink
Nigga got shot, nah, nigga, I'm grazed
Shit, I finally got a job, niggas, gave me a raise
Nigga got fired after two months of pay

Shit, they search nigga bag, told nigga, get away
Shit, I'm like, f*ck it, shit, I chose a better way
Found a nice bitch, tryna get a wedding ring
But she, always on dick every time I come late

Should, I go stupid, should, I go dumb
Man, I lost too many, man, f*ck it, I'm done
Man, I'm sittin' in church, tryna figure out what
What I'm gon' do

Remember 14, I was tryna still shoes
Nigga only got out with Timberland boots
Nigga chained me down, big nigga got loose
I was tryna get around, but twin got boom

I was tryna get around, but a twin got boom
I was tryna get around with the Timberland boots
Sippin' on a drug, don't fix shit, too
All I could do is just remember you

These bitches weird, tryna play for the camera
How I'm gon' pray for the fake niggas, sayin' I'm fake
Finna cut, niggas out of the picture
Bitch I be stackin' up bread, that zotic be smokin

My dreads got hoes like Santa
Yeah I just bought me a red, nigga, live for the dead
He screamin', that boy need a pamper
Head stay low on christmas, ain't got no money

It's gon' be a cold December
All I need is zips and pounds
And everybody gon' be good this winter
Lost child stuck in the jungle, Simba

Crazy how a young nigga met these killers
I was outside tryna find a way
Then twin came back like, let's go get it
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Writer: Jaylan Jemerson
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