Lyrics:
a little rude
While I was missing my childhood,
My brother and my prime
You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude
Tim left town yesterday
He left me
musisz być kumaty żeby se poradzić
Ako zelis zovi me bludni sin
Jer ceo zivot ja se nosim sa tim
Oni su imali sve i dalje imaju sve
A ja zivot na ulici i
these bitches get freaky
Jesus Christ let me wearing these pieces
Grind out the mud my Tims steady breathing
I'm going hard by any means
Stack this
and they was buryin' me
One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me
When I was negotiatin' with Apple, it was Larry and me
Told Tim Cook to call me, I was
it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put
Noc nad smrtí
I
Za svitu zimního měsíce ležím nehybně.
Žebrám k bělavému očku, ať soudí upřímně.
Říká, abych procítěně hrábl do strun, bestie
footprints next to the fan
And at the window there's a figure
Of a tall thin man
So I grabbed my crappy little
Torch and I ran!
Someone call Tim Burton 'cus
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman ]
Yo this is Westwood
I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight
And just walked into this
WAY more LIT (aye)
Lil Tim gotta get a hair cut,
Gotta look slick and LIT everyday.
Lil Tim gotta get a hair cut,
Gotta look slick and LIT everyday.
bitches they come by the dozen
Just pulled up on Fior he stuffing a Russian
My feet is not Dior these Tims what I stomp in
But back to this bitch she be
[Intro: Tim Lyre]
Run it 2x
[Verse 1: Tim Lyre]
Run it,
Woah
Yeah yeah run it back
Know I always keep advantage Never ever will I manage
I can’t
STALO NEMOH SES S TÍM VYROVNAT
I PO TAK DLOUHÝ DOBĚ TEN DŮVOD BYS CHTĚL ZNÁT
PROČ TO VŠECHNO SKONČILO A PROČ UŽ NENÍ TU
VŠECHNU TU BOLEST CHTĚL BYS
but I was makin' it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin' sellin' cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin' raps
All about my
time everything got a cycle
Warming up like the oven so what bread slow
I was broke now I'm rich nigga where the time go
I did it all by the way get it
I JEHO DOMOVEM
NEMĚL SE TAM ZLE ALE CHYBÍ KAMARÁDI
KTEŘÍ BY MU POMÁHALI A MĚLI HO RÁDI
TEN KDO MALÉHO ADAMA NEMĚL VÙBEC RÁD
TOHO ZA PODIVNÝCH
Second Verse (Tim Smooth + Geronimoe):
(Tim Smooth)
Never, ever, ever, ever,
I never leave my gun on the seat,
Bitch I come with my heat,
I'm a wild
L'enytime ti'm ba so story mi
I keep praying saying
Baba mi Eledami
Ma je kaye ba temi je
Ma je won pakadara mi
Oluwa bless hustle mi
Je n le toju mummy mi
Je
Don't fuck 'em around, boy I get money all day
And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway
I can see a bad bitch from far away
Let her ride this dick cause I had
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle,
And leave the room when a nigga try to sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
Pouey de Oliveira: percussão
Samplers do Concerto de Brandenburgo nº 1 de J.S. Bach by Thomas Dreher
Potřebuju step back, nevidět světlo
Emocí víc než míň hlava jak pevnost
Řádky jak pistol, tak dlouho jsem se s tím učil žít
Ale stejně mi přeplo
Bíla místnost
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