Lyrics:
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
come true
Ah, make a dream come true
If I let her get away
Though I'm begging on my knees
I'll be crying every day
Knowing the girl that got away
..individually, we go our separate ways
to get our haircuts and mustaches trimmed
Rockin a t-shirt, shorts with thick socks
with my boots that I nickname Tim
get the lips on your
Pussy swole playin' that pussy role
I got bars like phone car reception
But stay strapped like back packs, gat black
Biggie Smalls
this comes from a really raw place, I hope this reaches someone that needs to here it - you're not alone)
I got wasted
You ever look back to a certain
what you'll say
You'll tell me
Baby, baby, please don't go away
But when I play, I never stay
To every girl that I meet this is what I say
Run run
parents are away
So come on over for some underage drinking
Hope you've got your written permission
Ha ha ha, who am I kidding
They say NZ's got a binge
actual collection,
I've got records that were never meant to be,
records lent to me by men from other dimensions,
records with breaks so funky you'd
he didn’t let it ring long
I’m just making sure that my dawg made it home
Yo hoe recruited me I’m blown away by the offer
My dawg keep his tech so I
despicable dollar-fifty deficit that got him into this whole mess. A buck and a half short of the forty big ones Benny had so long ago demanded as bail for
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
So many *** wanna play but still got dues to pay
Some of 'em gotta beg a *** to stay
But I don't, I
a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)
Chicks
[Chorus: Tim Buds]
If you cannot find the magic that you wanted
Well then, you can pick your poison
Yeah, until you got it
But if, you don’t
plenty time, we got plenty rhymes
Tell Tim' and Swizz to hit the Insta' Live
I put a mili' on us vers' anybody
That's plenty dimes, niggas been advised
Like Bob Marley
These racist motherfuckers hate
That last line
Probably haters on the internet ain't
Got nothing to bargain
Said I'd never make it, bitch
keep her mouth closed
Got some hoes that I hit on the low low
Ask about a bitch I ain't got no say so
Now I ain't the one to tell
But Tim be bucking them
to take your phone
Cause you far away from home
Baby let me be your tour guide
I'm your burger
You my fries
Run through sets
Come through sets
Rest In Peace these mortal remains,
Head and a body, but not enough brains to keep that red stuff in the veins.
Here lies scientist Hannah Batiste
what I say
All due respects to Tim and DeVante
For makin' a track that's fat, now it's time to get paid
So pass the J, and let's get blowed away
some shake since the day that I’ve met you
Nhưng từ khi anh gặp em, nhịp đập trái đất đã làm rung chuyển trái tim anh
Always get your call when I
got pets me too mines are dead
Doggy fox minks gators that's necessary
Accessories my closet's pet cemetery
I get approached by animal activists
I
to snap when I scrap
But I can't abide
Call him "Trash" 'cause a battle
Means throwin' away his life
All that Saiyan pride gone, got you locked
In a cage
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