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Simply Video (MV)




Performed By: Dej Loaf
Featuring: Lil Uzi Vert
Length: 3:26
Written by: Markino Hay, Symere Woods




Dej Loaf - Simply Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lil Uzi Vert ]

(His name is Kino Beats)

Strawberries and whipped cream
Drip like, simply
Said he wanna f*ck me 'til I'm pissy
Can't believe this shit like Ripley
I can't run away, he gon' whip me
Dick too good, can't keep my distance
Free as a bird but he f*cked me like he been in prison for years, yeah (whoa)
We f*ck on the table, then I front on the bill
He said, "I know you, ooh-ooh, can get nasty"
So flex up on like you do gymnastics (woah)
Face in the pillow, tryna look back at it, ayy

Turned into a bad habit
Yeah, turned into a bad habit
Tell me that it's mine when I grab it
Tryna take as much as I can, gotta take an intermission
Said, "Nah, I can't risk it"
Said, "Nah, I can't risk it"
Used to have a fence with the picket, I opened up my gift
He got an obsession, can't put down that fit
Got the perfect rhyme, got the perfect tits
We do sixty-nine, I like that you don't tell shit
He creep me from behind, sit on his nose and smell like roses
Yeah (yeah), slowly strokin'
I'm his favorite drug, I can't overdose him
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm his favorite girl, I can't overdose him (I can't do that)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (can't give you too much)
I can overdose him

Strawberries and whipped cream
Drip like, simply
Said he wanna f*ck me 'til I'm pissy
Can't believe this shit like Ripley
I can't run away, he gon' whip me
Dick too good, can't keep my distance
Free as a bird but he f*cked me like he been in prison for years, yeah (woah)
We f*ck on the table, then I front on the bill
He said, "I know you, ooh-ooh, can get nasty"
So flex up on like you do gymnastics (woah)
Face in the pillow, tryna look back at it, ayy (yeah, woah)

Tell her look back it
I love when she talk to me and moans like, "Daddy"
And you know I am not braggin', but the world know I'm havin'
You do a split right on it, then I buy your ass a Patek
I ain't even knowin' that I'm close, you had a fatty
And I swear she got that water, almost drowned, but I ain't panic
And I'm from the northside, got a couple killers on the westside
And she tell me that she love me, but I think she love all the neck, ice
Okay, in my mind I'm like, "Yeah, aight" I don't say nothin', 'cause the neck right
Yes, she ride all on my dick, like a new whip, this a test-ride (woah)
And I might buy your girl a 'Rari so I can speed up her sex-drive (hey)
I remember when she used to text high
Now she text me, "You the right size"

Strawberries and whipped cream
Drip like, simply
Said he wanna f*ck me 'til I'm pissy
Can't believe this shit like Ripley
I can't run away, he gon' whip me
Dick too good, can't keep my distance
Free as a bird but he f*cked me like he been in prison for years, yeah (woah)
We f*ck on the table, then I front on the bill
He said, "I know you, ooh-ooh, can get nasty"
So flex up on like you do gymnastics (woah)
Face in the pillow, tryna look back at it, ayy
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(His name is Kino Beats)

Strawberries and whipped cream
Drip like, simply
Said he wanna f*ck me 'til I'm pissy
Can't believe this shit like Ripley
I can't run away, he gon' whip me
Dick too good, can't keep my distance
Free as a bird but he f*cked me like he been in prison for years, yeah (whoa)
We f*ck on the table, then I front on the bill
He said, "I know you, ooh-ooh, can get nasty"
So flex up on like you do gymnastics (woah)
Face in the pillow, tryna look back at it, ayy

Turned into a bad habit
Yeah, turned into a bad habit
Tell me that it's mine when I grab it
Tryna take as much as I can, gotta take an intermission
Said, "Nah, I can't risk it"
Said, "Nah, I can't risk it"
Used to have a fence with the picket, I opened up my gift
He got an obsession, can't put down that fit
Got the perfect rhyme, got the perfect tits
We do sixty-nine, I like that you don't tell shit
He creep me from behind, sit on his nose and smell like roses
Yeah (yeah), slowly strokin'
I'm his favorite drug, I can't overdose him
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm his favorite girl, I can't overdose him (I can't do that)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (can't give you too much)
I can overdose him

Strawberries and whipped cream
Drip like, simply
Said he wanna f*ck me 'til I'm pissy
Can't believe this shit like Ripley
I can't run away, he gon' whip me
Dick too good, can't keep my distance
Free as a bird but he f*cked me like he been in prison for years, yeah (woah)
We f*ck on the table, then I front on the bill
He said, "I know you, ooh-ooh, can get nasty"
So flex up on like you do gymnastics (woah)
Face in the pillow, tryna look back at it, ayy (yeah, woah)

Tell her look back it
I love when she talk to me and moans like, "Daddy"
And you know I am not braggin', but the world know I'm havin'
You do a split right on it, then I buy your ass a Patek
I ain't even knowin' that I'm close, you had a fatty
And I swear she got that water, almost drowned, but I ain't panic
And I'm from the northside, got a couple killers on the westside
And she tell me that she love me, but I think she love all the neck, ice
Okay, in my mind I'm like, "Yeah, aight" I don't say nothin', 'cause the neck right
Yes, she ride all on my dick, like a new whip, this a test-ride (woah)
And I might buy your girl a 'Rari so I can speed up her sex-drive (hey)
I remember when she used to text high
Now she text me, "You the right size"

Strawberries and whipped cream
Drip like, simply
Said he wanna f*ck me 'til I'm pissy
Can't believe this shit like Ripley
I can't run away, he gon' whip me
Dick too good, can't keep my distance
Free as a bird but he f*cked me like he been in prison for years, yeah (woah)
We f*ck on the table, then I front on the bill
He said, "I know you, ooh-ooh, can get nasty"
So flex up on like you do gymnastics (woah)
Face in the pillow, tryna look back at it, ayy
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Writer: Markino Hay, Symere Woods
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