Simon Dumont Slum Dog Illionaire

jeez

I got seven mack 11's, about eight 38's

Nine 9's, ten Mack 10's, the **** never ends

You can't touch my riches

Even if you had MC Hammer, and them 357 *****es

Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht

The two weed spots, the two hot glocks

That's how I got the weed spot

I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread

Little Gotti got the shotty to your body

So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas

I tote guns, I make number runs

I give MC's the runs drippin'

When I throw my clip in the ak, I slay from far away

Everybody hit the D-E-C-K

My slow flow's remarkable, peae to Mateo

Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo

My voice excels from the avenues to jail cells

Oh my God, I'm dropping **** like a pigeon

I hope you're listenin', smackin' babies at their Christening

If Dumont's street cred doesn't go up a whole lot for that I'm going to shed a tear for him hah. That was impressive without a doubt.

illllll dumont slays now that he has stopped wearing mono-color suits and skis shit other than pipe.

Simon

Simon

Simon and Tom will make suuuuuch a sick edit at JOSS

agree^^

cork 3 was nuts

if i dont get this song soon im going to fucking kill someone, ill.