Lyrics:
fuckin' Timbs
Condoms made from the leather from the Timbs that you see
When I bust a nut in nine months Timbs what you be
Only thing not Timb is
without making a sound at one hundred miles per hour,
except for maybe a hiss but that's it,
the buck 65 covers more ground than forests,
the only
other things that's better than this girl
When I dedicate my life and she introduce me, to other girls
I'm in love in wit dis shit
First I grab da ball
thuggin'
I left the trap and I came back and it was still jumpin'
Bitch I deserve a check for balling like I'm Tim Duncan
I went out with all them
Take 'em by the pound
Maybe I slap big, bot-tom 'round
But if not, sit tight
I just might hound you down
Things that make you go "M-m-m-mm"
Taste
guilty when you're innocent, is the only test I fear
There is one thing that's for sure, and I want to make this shit clear (for sure, clear)
I done
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
spendin' next week's cash, he fast (oh)
And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that
I'm passin' 'em out now (yeah), and you can't have that (yeah)
spendin' next week's cash, he fast (oh)
And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that
I'm passin' 'em out now (yeah), and you can't have that (yeah)
To the DeKalb dressing room in
The two hours that she could
Have spent taking a real
Nap, not an upright one
And ask her what she means
When she's doing the thing
a problem y'all
It's like hip-hop, meets effin Tim McGraw
We two fools and don't take no mess
Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest
He's country
my firm belief
That the only thing we have to fear
Is fear it'self nameless
Unreasoning, unjustified terror
Which paralyzes needed efforts to
Convert
a billion views
Ain't got no time for the Paparazzi
Lord don't put me on the evening news
The only thing I ever wanted
Was a California girl like you
So they
"Jamaica
Pack up your shit" Damn!
The fucked-up thing is that Jamaica
And I have become damn
Do I dare use the "F" word in jail but really
Have become like
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
cocked back
Hoes jock that, when a nigga be all the way real
Only thing they want is the dough, dick appeal
But I don't fuck around no more
And only saw me
Pass me a couple bitches
By the way fuck drugs
I can fuck the bitch sober
I done popped a viagra
And I look like Steve Austin
I look like Tim McGraw
With
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
bush
I face ya fact throw a heck just like woody wooder
And if I left that means I should of booger
Here's a new track, for all the new jacks
I
had
Thank God I ain't have to sit in that cell
Had to fire my first lawyer
You know how hard I fought?
Y'all praise the nigga that do the time
ain't cool Lush why you set this
Up to get this dude crushed?
My tool bust, yeah I keep the heat
The only time you squeeze that thing and
Bust is when you
tightened my bike chain from 7 to 13
Taught me to drive when I was a wild thing
Reached and he prayed while I made some mistakes
That I wouldn't have made if
man
In my opinion only hope that we kinda
Have left is music and vibrations
Lot a people don't understand how important it is, you know
Sometimes I
the heat rash to your camp, left his shirt there now you barely
Breathin'
Slow leakin'
Look at your people weepin'
I ain't have to quickdraw Mcgraw you
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