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Autumn! – Simple! Lyrics

Simple! By Autumn!

Ha, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Man, I just might pull up [?] buy a fucking missile
Okay, you brought your gang, well, we got a couple extra pistols
This ho can’t get off my dick, it’s like she got a fucking [?]
They like, “Wick, how you do that?” But really it’s so fucking simple
I been double my net worth but now I’m tryna watch it triple
I been crazy for so long, it’s kinda hard to keep me civil
I ain’t been to church in years, forgive me Lord, know I’m a sinner
They can’t keep up with the wave so now they gotta ride the ripples
(They can’t keep up with the wave, they gotta ride the ripples)
(No, they can’t keep up with the wave)
They can’t keep up with the wave so now they gotta ride the ripples
Lil’ nigga keep talking down, best believe we come and get you
45, it’s gon’ chase him down, yeah, I bet that fucking hit you

Man, I just might pull up [?] buy a fucking missile
Okay, you brought your gang, well, we got a couple extra pistols
This ho can’t get off my dick, it’s like she got a fucking [?]
They like, “Wick, how you do that?” But really it’s so fucking simple
These niggas wanna be me, they wanna be like the official
Make seven bands in a week, I feel like I’m a money symbol
(Make seven bands in a week, I feel like I’m a money symbol)
(Seven bands in a week, I feel like I’m a money symbol)

All I know is money, nigga, ching, ching
Hundred racks, to me that ain’t a thing, thing
Bitch, I feel like Wayne, nigga, bling, bling
New light on the Glock and that bitch green, green
Say he sipping Wock’, he sipping green, green
In love with success, yeah, I’m a fiend, fiend
Baby, these Balenciaga jeans, jeans
I could spend a bag, won’t mean a thing, thing
I could spend some bands, won’t mean a thing, thing
I could spend it all, won’t mean a thing, thing
I’ma get it all back, what you think, think?
I’ma get it all back, what you think, think?

Man, I just might pull up [?] buy a fucking missile
Okay, you brought your gang, well, we got a couple extra pistols
This ho can’t get off my dick, it’s like she got a fucking [?]
They like, “Wick, how you do that?” But really it’s so fucking simple
These niggas wanna be me, they wanna be like the official
Make seven bands in a week, I feel like I’m a money symbol
(Make seven bands in a week, I feel like I’m a money symbol)
(Seven bands in a week, I feel like I’m a money symbol)

Ha, woah, woah, woah, woah