Lyrics:
all when I make the money from the song I wrote for Tim McGraw
Before you it was cluttered here
Didn't even know the neighbors dear
My anxiety it
guitar
Well if Bobby Ray too country, I'm the black Tim McGraw
I got some shit up on my chest, and I can't wait to get it off
If it’s trouble that they
all around
By the time I'm done you'll be $2.99 a pound
[Verse Two:] Tim Dog
Coming from the butcher shop
Fuck with KRS and the Dog and get
dead on bullets and shells
My people dwells to Uptown
Where the shit goes down
Shot callers and big ballers, mothers know
And do-do brown, Beats By
Aw milk cow blues yeah
Aw Larry!
Ah Tim, c'mon tell 'em now!
I woke up this mornin'
Looked out my door
I can tell my milk cow
I can tell by
Aw milk cow blues yeah
Aw Larry!
Ah Tim, c'mon tell 'em now!
I woke up this mornin'
Looked out my door
I can tell my milk cow
I can tell by
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
see me jettin' right by with the fly Latin girl in my ride
You gettin' jealous? You shouldn't be jealous
Let me ask the fellas, hey, fellas
Why is he
night)
Then I sped by him (skrrttt!) and he met my tim’s
When I checked him then (BITCH!) his respect was thin
Like a necklace pin, round his neck
to Tavuni
And we're getting off the dock
We could really use some shelter
And by some I mean a lot
So we take a little moment
Asking God where we should go
We
Another watch, another chain, the last thing a nigga need
Swear to God, couple right by the night stand
Clip my half a hundred, fill a case another
sound when I tim-berr" (4X)
[Diamond D]
Niggaz know the flav, I don't have to take a step
I earn my respect then quiet as kept
Yeah,
a little girl, caught in a mixed up world
Shoutout my girls, that be callin' me sista girl
A moment of silence, for all of this violence
For all of my
The main street of this little town
Might as well be my runway to touch down
‘Cause if I ever need a piece of home
I know just right where I’ll go
By plane
My Life is just like a car crash
So slow down girls when you go passing me by
My world can never stop spinning
I got a girl in every city and they
go 'head
You gotta walk up in the club bare-footed
I like that booty, you know where to put it
Go 'head, go 'head
Little mama you look so
everybody's on a National bender
30 standard drinks from noon
Maybe break it up with a little goon
Feeling pumped to start the day
By the end my stomachs pumped
Dog, I don't think I'm strong enough
I feel too weak
Ha ha ha ha, I'm the sex man
Tim dog, ten incher rated x man
Swingin' and swingin' my
the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops that's
But I had family and friends that I needed to see
So I sent up a smoke signal with some green
And wouldn't you know one by one I found my fam
Everyone
the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops that's
the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops that's
the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops that's
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