Song parody of
Tim Duncan
by CLE Bando
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I ain't need no sleep you know I keep the heat
She had a fat ass shit I had to take a look and peep
Running up on these niggas I'm the first on the scene
I got shooters they line you up with the motherfuckin' beam
Y'all know that shit cap imma chill nigga it may seem
Still don't play around y'all don't wanna fuck with me
You know where I'm from built tough I'm from CLE
Been running up a bag ever since I was 16
I stay ten toes down I stand on my two feet
Always got my bro back and I know he got me
Fuck all this rap shit it is really kinda silly
If being fly was a crime call the fuckin' military
Things may get hairy but I'm strong like Larry
Ain't stressin' bout shit boy hit you with a parry
Movin' real smooth yo bitch gettin' starey
Imma real dude grant wishes like a fairy
When I'm in these streets shit getting real scary
But I ain't Lebron you can't count on me to carry
Imma be stepping through that bitch, low profile call me Harry
Can't fuck with me these niggas gotta do something
In the field they can't touch me I'm Harriet Tubman
When I'm off that shit I really be buggin'
But I'm havin' too much fun out here stuntin'
I don't give a fuck pussy niggas really nothing
Stacking up my bread tryna get it tall like Drummond
Y'all know them brisk teas that shit fuckin' bussin
I can make yo bitch weak whisper in her ear something
We talkin' what's next we gon' get to fuckin'
Afterwards you know I'm out bitch I'm done comin'
Makin' big moves, the O2, I'm out in London
Told you imma stack my shit tall Tim Duncan
I ain't need no sleep you know I keep the heat
She had a fat ass shit I had to take a look and peep
Running up on these niggas I'm the first on the scene
I got shooters they line you up with the motherfuckin' beam
Y'all know that shit cap imma chill nigga it may seem
Still don't play around y'all don't wanna fuck with me
You know where I'm from built tough I'm from CLE
Been running up a bag ever since I was 16
I stay ten toes down I stand on my two feet
Always got my bro back and I know he got me
Fuck all this rap shit it is really kinda silly
If being fly was a crime call the fuckin' military
Things may get hairy but I'm strong like Larry
Ain't stressin' bout shit boy hit you with a parry
Movin' real smooth yo bitch gettin' starey
Imma real dude grant wishes like a fairy
When I'm in these streets shit getting real scary
But I ain't Lebron you can't count on me to carry
Imma be stepping through that bitch, low profile call me Harry
Can't fuck with me these niggas gotta do something
In the field they can't touch me I'm Harriet Tubman
When I'm off that shit I really be buggin'
But I'm havin' too much fun out here stuntin'
I don't give a fuck pussy niggas really nothing
Stacking up my bread tryna get it tall like Drummond
Y'all know them brisk teas that shit fuckin' bussin
I can make yo bitch weak whisper in her ear something
We talkin' what's next we gon' get to fuckin'
Afterwards you know I'm out bitch I'm done comin'
Makin' big moves, the O2, I'm out in London
Told you imma stack my shit tall Tim Duncan
