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Marc Jay & Yung Simi

Marc Jay & Yung Simi is a musical duo known for their collaborative work in the music industry. They have released several songs together and are known for their unique blend of genres and catchy melodies. Their music often incorporates elements of hip-hop and R&B, and they have gained a following for their energetic and engaging performances. more »

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Swervin' out on Dixie
I don't give a f*ck if they find me
I be high for hours
Smoke a quarter pound of exotic
Got a sweet tooth
Now every time I re up
Shit be sour
Stupid bitch be trynna cuddle
Fucked her once, this shit be toxic
I got plenty guns
But I fell in love with this glocky
I can't really trust nobody
Cause the hood be steady talkin'
Too many bodies droppin'
Made it out the ville
But I be back there in an hour
Opps be hoes
Need to get em Grammies
Think that they on Power
Might burn down the city
The way that I'm on fire
Trey pound seven get to sparkin
Yea this that new bic lighter
All I see is new ren up on top
We only getting higher
Micheal Myers with that glock
This Why all the opps be dying

Spray and pray
When it's time to slide, I got faith
Don't even need to aim
We some demons, straight from hell
Told metro get more yellow tape
Four seats and five chops
I go ahead and pass the drac
Bulletproof the Yuris
Cruise the city in a fucking tank

Gotta smoke a blunt before I f*ck that's my routine
Big diamonds, Killa, VS1's , that's a Bruce Lee
Give a f*ck what that bish need
When I pop this shit

Swervin out on Dixie
I don't give a f*ck if they find me
I be high for hours
Smoke a quarter pound of exotic
Got a sweet tooth
Now every time I re up
Shit be sour
Stupid bitch be trynna cuddle
I fucked her once
This shit be toxic
Got a Big load
Took me two weeks
But shit it's been a minute
I be in the city way too much
I need them windows tinted
I might f*ck a opp Hoe
Just to catch her big brother slippin
I won't say too much
Cause this bitch finna turn a victim
I be sleeping too good
Off this dirty sprite that I been sippin'

Heart get beating so damn slow
I don't know how I'm even living
Woke up off in Woodmont
In some front lawn, key in the ignition
Engine running, peel off for them boys
Could even key the witness
Swerving 71, I get it done
Know where to find me
Folded with the army
Origami ninjas, hit ya ass on Kawasaki's
Chopsticks like Miyagi
Wax em with the posse
Run that shit, Andre de grasse
F*ck it, bake 'em like I'm Ronnie
Got the yoppie with the switch in it
RIP the realest Quanie
I know you & Static kicking it
Rise above my downfall
Snakes don't pray so they just wishing it
Way that powder flip to cake
They think it got bisquick in it
Tax em to the max, I make it back
Since y'all ain't risking shit
Banana clips for monkey niggas
AR my nutritionist
Hand so far up his ass
I treat puppets like ventriloquist
Spin the block round clock on hypocrites
Think we hypnotist, ridiculous
Blue magic on my gums
Hydrochronic in my lungs
Devil in my flesh
But I got god up in my blood
Fiend for what I'm dreaming
Cause you know my life a drug
Scheming on my demons
From the 502 with love

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