CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Simp Nation
Donate to streamers they all on my d**k
Still in the friend-zone I'm throwing a fit
Please?get?on top of?me give me a lick
Cause I'm?thirty and still have never seen a clit
I'll give you?eight?dollars?to stomp on?my ball-sack
Slipping a?finger inside of my small crack
If you in trouble you know I'ma call fast
You are a queen and for you I would fall flat
I'm not a simp, I'm just a nice guy
I'm a virgin and I'm thirty-five
She blocked me now I need to cry
Girls don't talk to me even when I try
Allison can you explain what internet is
Ay ay sh*t, do 95 in the whip
B*t*h, I ain't no motherf**king simp
Unless that a** is just shaped like a blimp
And I'm about to buy you all of this drip
Like, lemme check my bank account I'm boutta buy you dinner
And if she ain't got a ride, then I'ma pull up in a sprinter
For the bag, I'm a motherf**king simp b*t*h
And you can hand me rags, I'ma turn into a rich b*t*h
So you can't pay for that, listen please don't even trip b*t*h
I'll give you all these stacks and I'll buy you all that lipstick
Ay, uh I bought a ticket to go to Coachella
Like I'm not a simp, we're just friends Isabella
Don't care bout your beautiful face, your fat a**
Isn't this what friends do, I'm just spending this cash
Like, only thing I simp for is the motherf**king bag
I'll do anything for money, I've been messaging your dad
He just asked to see my feet, and he be sending me them stacks
Only thing I'll never do is try to put you on the track b*t*h, ay
Still in the friend-zone I'm throwing a fit
Please?get?on top of?me give me a lick
Cause I'm?thirty and still have never seen a clit
I'll give you?eight?dollars?to stomp on?my ball-sack
Slipping a?finger inside of my small crack
If you in trouble you know I'ma call fast
You are a queen and for you I would fall flat
I'm not a simp, I'm just a nice guy
I'm a virgin and I'm thirty-five
She blocked me now I need to cry
Girls don't talk to me even when I try
Allison can you explain what internet is
Ay ay sh*t, do 95 in the whip
B*t*h, I ain't no motherf**king simp
Unless that a** is just shaped like a blimp
And I'm about to buy you all of this drip
Like, lemme check my bank account I'm boutta buy you dinner
And if she ain't got a ride, then I'ma pull up in a sprinter
For the bag, I'm a motherf**king simp b*t*h
And you can hand me rags, I'ma turn into a rich b*t*h
So you can't pay for that, listen please don't even trip b*t*h
I'll give you all these stacks and I'll buy you all that lipstick
Ay, uh I bought a ticket to go to Coachella
Like I'm not a simp, we're just friends Isabella
Don't care bout your beautiful face, your fat a**
Isn't this what friends do, I'm just spending this cash
Like, only thing I simp for is the motherf**king bag
I'll do anything for money, I've been messaging your dad
He just asked to see my feet, and he be sending me them stacks
Only thing I'll never do is try to put you on the track b*t*h, ay
