Simon Says Songtext
von K Camp

Uh, Simon says
Simon says pull up, baby, give me head
She got tattoos on her back and on her legs
Like that Porsche but want that double-R instead
Fuck it, go and put some money on his head (on your head)
VVS diamonds, my wrist so slick (wrist so slick)
I been kickin′ shit, but they won't give me credit (they won′t give me credit)
She know how I'm comin', ′bout that bread

We goin′ shot after shot (shot), actin' like somethin′ you're not (ha)
Can′t fall in love with a bop, I'm lovin′ your presence
I'm lovin' the top (top)
I took the top off the drop
She grippin′ her panties and lettin′ 'em drop (drop)
That pussy get slippery slop
This shit can get watery, need me a mop (ah, skrrt)


Run from the cops, every time I go up
I′ma earn me an opp (ah)
Earnin' my spot, I like it up here and I like it a lot (let′s go)
There go a round of tequila, no, I don't love you
But baby, I need you (need you)
There go a round of tequila
Pussy get watery, pussy get deeper (deeper)

Uh, Simon says
Simon says pull up, baby, give me head
She got tattoos on her back and on her legs
Like that Porsche but want that double-R instead
Fuck it, go and put some money on his head (frrah)
VVS diamonds, my wrist so slick (wrist so slick)
I been kickin′ shit, but they won't give me credit (they won't give me credit)
She know how I′m comin′, 'bout that bread (uh, rare Sound)

Let′s go
She fell in love with my presence
The only L's that I′m takin' is lessons (only L′s, huh)
Told her I don't like the textin'
Just pull up right up on me and come get your blessin′ (pull up)
Yeah, that pussy, I′m stretchin', you fuck me real good
You might get you a presi′ (uh, okay)


She think it's funny like Dezzy
We haven′t plenty thoughts in the parkin' lot
Know the pressure heavy (go get it)
You ain′t gotta say much, gotta say much
I can tell that she ready, uh
I'm tryna dive in, got a mouthful
Eat it up like spaghetti (go get it)

Uh, Simon says (Simon says)
Simon says pull up, baby, give me head (give me head)
She got tattoos on her back and on her legs (they on her legs)
Like that Porsche but want that double-R instead
Fuck it, go and put some money on his head
VVS diamonds, my wrist so slick
I been kickin' shit, but they won′t give me credit
She know how I′m comin', ′bout that bread

Call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
At the tone, please record your message
When you have finished recordin'
You may hang up or press one for more options

Hey, there
I ain′t gon' lie, I miss you a lil′ bit
I'm sittin' here playin′ your songs and shit
Like, I know we just met, but like
You got a different type of vibe
A lot of vibe that most of these niggas can′t
You know, like, come up with
And you know you some fine shit
But anyway, call me when you get this
So I can tell you what's on my mind