Rush Hour
Timbo Finna
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Hate being stuck in your rush hour, i'm stuck, huh We don't take breaks boy, no halftime, no breaks i work Bitch know rock out when i rock out, i rock out, I Bitch know i pop i when i pop out, I pop She call me daddy, call me poppa Poppa smurf by the way i'll pop out and i'll pop you Sell drop's boy i'm eating all the lobster (rasta) Scampi with the fries, now i musta I could call the mob up, boy i call the mafia Stop flexing guns upon me boy, that gun a prop it ain't proper Real shit, i'll find out if you've been talking about us (I find out) Pulling up on your block, boy imma heat it hot like a sauna Boy i feel like i'm Block Boy by the way i move with the cheese Boy i feel like i'm Kodak, when i pop out better say cheese (glee) Boy I'm gettin' that cheese, i ain't lactose intolerant for shit (glee) Boy I'm getting that paper money, paper trails when i'm leaving it Everything so confidential, i can't share this shit with you cus you squeal I just wanna flirt with a bitch & conversate with her cus she real Slide and ride it, we on any block, hold the glock while i steer the wheel Boy imma take this to any continent, i'm confident i'll do it ill Stay large for real I'll get you more than you can dream of I'll get you more then you can see, huh I'll get you more than then you'll ever need, huh I'll give you more than i can bleed Keep it on me in the rush hour Boy imma ride out in rush hour Boy imma slide out in rush hour Boy imma ride it in rush hour I call her fine she blushed up, pussy wet it's mushed out Ahh, she's red, she's mushed out, I'm sorry i had you cussed out We don't take breaks no halftimes We don't stop, (non) no stop signs (stop) I stay on my side And i stay on my grind Like a lamp know i shine If it's business know i run mine If it's money i'll make time If it ain't there i'll make mine Stick straight from Russia Got dope from Moscow Rush hour, i work hard Shoot bears, I cash out I'll hunt without a license I'll fight him, Mike Tyson Real dawg so bite him I protect what i fight for I've been tying up my mind Ronnie Coleman i'm the goat Work hard yeah i fight for it Wiz Khalifa my weed strong Snoop Dogg i'm a real dawg Rick Ross how i drip off Timbo Finna, Booliaga, let's lean and have a sip-off Boy i'm high like Neil Armstrong i'm ill And my army Isreal I'll f*ck for real I'll dip for real UK i drill Sauce drip for real Sauce drip i ceal Catch a body i did And i'm sorry i am Keep it sheesh i will, i don't talk or tell Better keep it quiet Better bury then well Better keep your cool Better keep your temper Keep it on me in the rush hour Boy imma ride out in rush hour Boy imma slide out in rush hour Boy imma ride it in rush hour I call her fine she blushed up, pussy wet it's mushed out Ahh, she's red, she's mushed out, I'm sorry i had you cussed out We don't take breaks no halftimes We don't stop, (non) no stop signs (stop) Boy i i say on my side And i stay on my grind Like a lamp know i shine See wide, cus I Spy I see them real eyes, real shit i realize Real shit i realize
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