Siimba Liives Long - COCAINE BIMBIE lyrics

Intro: Yeah What's us? Wa side We gottem like! Uh, uh, uh, uh! We gottem like! Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh! Verse 1: Now watch me as I spit a rhyme hotter than a flame Straight out of a dragon, bruh It's probably the same Walkin' down the avenue My attitude is gratitude My longitude and latitude are practically insane If you try to misinterpret I got somethin' you could work with That means that I'm out of this world And your just lurkin' on the surface Turn this into a circus And my purpose Is to merk this with the verses I be splurgin' If you squirmish I'm allergic Now I'mma tell you what I learned back in the day Which probably is the reason why I'm rappin' today You need to day what you mean n***a Mean what you say Enough people pay attention And it's gettin' you paid Try to swim across the ocean And it's easy to drown Just learn how to float And It'll keep you around The industry is sayin' You should make that sound That one hit wonderwall I'mma break that down! Chorus: Cuz' I'mma real fly dresser True rap spitter End of the day I'm just a cool a** n***a If you making moves I can do that with cha But if you just sittin' Can't do that with cha Verse 2: Comin' a microphone checker Sly like Electra Just for the record I would die for for my records They say we too reckless I say they too timid Give me the business Give me the witness Just to verify I did it This ain't twitter This is realer We lyrical gorillas I was listening to Adillah Before I was a Adillah So I'mma gather green Showin' off Encorporating all my humbleness and braggadocious bars But it's hard to be humble when you look like this The rich white kids and the hood like this What's the dollars in ya wallet if ya soul ain't rich? I ain't fist bumping bruh, I'm putting up my Fist I use my breath to spit it until they ain't no units left Find a couple Jews to send a check to UNICEF Now who's the best? You can see my rise This ain't Jersey Shore But you gonna see my side Of the story It's my side of the story It's my side of the story And we do this for the glory Ya better pray Yeah, what's us we the chosen ones Me and my n***as been waitin' too long Now we kickin' the door down So you monkeys got three options You can get with it Get out the way Or get your [?] Chorus: I'mma real fly dresser True rap spitter End of the day I'm just a cool a** n***a If you making moves I can do that with cha But if you just sittin' Can't do that with cha Verse 3: So dope Boy fresh I'm about as prep as dope boys get White girl on my desk I don't mean caucasian I mean something for your nasal