Simo - Livin the töölö lyrics

[Intro: Toby Mane & $imo] Yeah $imo b**h! Töölö, Töölö, Töölö, Töölö, Töölö [Verse 1: $imo] I just did the math Bottle after bottle, I got hella cash It's obvious that I come from cla** These girls love me for my cash Own a couple cribs in Töölö Yeah, I'm the kid you heard of When I turn up in this b**h My Lambo doors go up, without a hitch You don't know what's in my Louis duffel Everyday I'm causing trouble Eetu knows I'm a motherf**ing G Please, I spend your paycheck double In my private jet, no parachute You know I be sipping on more than just apple juice $imo b**h! [Verse 2: Toby Mane] It's Toby Mane I'm bad as f** I'm so damn bad make you wanna f** Like my haircut was a mohawk Like the chick who put the makeup on the sofas Oh lord, she had me going like oh lord I mean the girl was acting like a cobra Yeah, just got back from the Cold War Have a b**h like Vader with no force Everyday a rainy day getting pay Holiday and weekday all the same Turn down some girl then she call me gay What's the point if I don't wanna f**ing fornicate? Got no ring on my dick, no purity But if b**hes touch the kid he call security Got my Roley on fleek, hella cash Tiiät vitun pelin nimi all about that a** [Sample: Dom Mazzetti] Let me keep it 100,000 with you It's all about that a** That a** that's so round and firm that like 3 dogs could bite into it and drag it into the woods but like there'd still be room for like 1 or 2 more dogs to sink into that a** You know what I mean? [Verse 2: Toby Mane] Pull a Dom Mazzetti we gonn' rain confetti This one for my hero, Tse Nkwenti I'm your favorite rapper that's without a Kappa Call a teacher chap when they really gaffer If you think it's fake naw it really happened Find me posted up down in Johnny's tavern Sometimes I feel like Anton when he's not in Vantaa The kid done went up north he a moose hunter I got way too many headphones Get muscle get big, my chest grown I'm on board with an etutöölö millionaire And a big body, pretty good feeling here Aku in Stadi, Toby on the beat Bought a Bugatti, just to rest my feet Type of sh** that make you wanna shout "f** yeah" I've been writing up lyrics but I'm stuck here f** it dawg I'm not getting off the beat until I f** your mom In that case I'm getting off the beat I'm getting off to beating off to beating off to bites I don't know if I'll live older than 43 What you see is what you get, nothing more to me Yeah