Lyrics:
real low-key
Way before quarantine
Ask me why I don’t got no friend, you would know if you shared my POV
Put on my shoes, they Jimmy Choos
If I'm too
you
JIMMY:
Hey, I'm not tryin' to say anything,
I think we might just have a lot in common
KYLA:
Ok, well maybe we can be friends and then maybe…
the car, I wasn't tryna impress you
If you ain't got a gun you can't come in my area
I'm out on bond, steal a FN and carry it
My niggas can't hoop, but
a heart that's really in deep (feel my pain)
A lot of people yellin ("we love ya Timbaland")
But I know why'all really in need (ooo)
I don't know who's
Jimmy you'll be Jimmy just the same
The keys are in a bag in a chest by the door
One of Jimmy's friends has taken the floor
Jimmy won't you please
Jimmy just the same
The keys are in the bag in the chest by the door
One of Jimmy's friends has taken the floor
Jimmy won't you please come home
Where
Alright
Tell that motherfucker to come here
Fuck it
Gucci glasses, I can't see well
Hating on me but you working in retail
Why your bitch stalking me? Come
Jiminy Christmas cheer, I got snowflakes in my ear
If you say I'm looking weird, I'll say "what? I can't hear?"
You ain't comin' in very clear, 'cuz I got
those simple things
Like Jealousy, houndin' me
Accusing me of things
I never did yea
And Thursday you're so in love
Then Friday comes you flip again
a heart that's really in deep (feel my pain)
A lot of people yellin ("we love ya Timbaland")
But I know why'all really in need (ooo)
I don't know who's
a heart that's really in deep (feel my pain)
A lot of people yellin ("we love ya Timbaland")
But I know why'all really in need (ooo)
I don't know who's
than yesterday
Ever wondered why K1nda meditate
Yeah
Claustrophobic hen I see the money
Less attention when I'm acting funny
Infatuated by the swagga
bodies I will never tell em
We got all the guns but we'll never sell em
Told the plug if can't come and get em then he Gotta mail em
Bust the whole Rolly
And I will chase the boy in you away"
Guess you know why
That kid caught my eyes,
Oh, and why the memory still lingers
Go back in my mind
in
'Cause my jimmy's a tight fit fight with the nice split Tech Nina
I do that Bollywood chick likes this
I gotta Bollywood Chick, she says she
I'm just tryna build
Like Robert, Like Bob
Lightbulbs goin off
Nonstop in my noggin
I'll be prepared when the
Opps come a-knockin
Password paragraph
just hit me on that late night tip (oh)
I can't understand why these broads be trippin'
Can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen
Ballin' in my
just hit me on that late night tip (oh)
I can't understand why these broads be trippin'
Can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen
Ballin' in my
and sixty pounds
And this bitch is all on 'em, thinkin' she's pretty
But Jimmy's married and fuckin' disgusted and so am I
'Cause I never been stuck up by
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
know
Cuz after y'all cut ties, they the type to go and fuck your hoe
Speaking from experience
Cuz I know he's probably hearing this
That's ok man it's in
the south side
And I still ride around wit a .45
I can't stand when a nigga play both sides
Smell the gas in the air when I blow by
Give a fuck where it is
I could roll my rhymes but I would be faking
Jimmy, Jimmy Pop is not Jamaican
J I double M why Pop go
I run the show like Don Pardo
With a Bugaloo
(By the way, this is my uncle steeze)
(64n did this)
I got long legs, I can't fit in no damn Honda fit
When it comes to music, I be whipping like
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