Lyrics:
ways off
The radio sounded like Tim McGraw
And everybody knew you by your four wheel drive
We were puttin' miles on main
Sweatin' in the heat for
bougie, bitch, I know you wanna fuck
What would you do to get up in this truck
What would you do to get up in this truck
Uh, would you go down just to live
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)
packed, for the fire marshals, yeah! (here we go!)
22's on a Porsche truck, Henny in the fridge
That's how we live, it is what it is
We run up in your
To follow what I'm dreaming of
Be content with what I've got
I'm trying
But if I got If I got If I got
Hit by a truck
Would I be happy about the life I lived
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)
It's
(We The Best Music)
And now you say you dreamin' 'bout doin' it anywhere
Oh yeah, just tell me where it's on your mind
On your mind (another one)
Life-Never)
I'm gonna live (My Life)
I'm gonna live my life!
(Will Allen's Brass Section Solo)
Yeah, I've been all over like a truck or a Range Rover
Makin'
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
Aiyyo, Tim man, this the jump off right here, man
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, it's Queen Bee, nigga
It's the jump off, come
but I'd rather run the regime
I'd rather run the world than live American dreams
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried
convinced that he is Paul Blart
Now that homeless guys surrounded in the parking lot by cop cars
See Tim is an example of a coward with no balls
And Tim's
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
leave This world,
Is you bury me with my jacked up
Steel horse ya
So when I die,
Lay me to rest in the cab of my truck, Or in the truck bed, yeah
I don't
Yo yo yo yo yo
It's a shame when these MC's fuck with us
Yo yo yo what they call you kid?
Yeah they call me Bigg Jus
Yo it's a shame when
it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star, yeah
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna take
Heard you was talking shit
Had to pull up
Do a drive by shooting in this ice cream truck
Come and get it
Come and get it
Come and get it
Come and get it
(yeah)
I'm all about a buck (buck)
I think it's time we live it up
You shit fresh out of luck (luck)
Lou' and Ferragamo buckled up
The coppers wanna
Can I live?
Hell yeah but you still gon die
C'mon nigga you a thug
But I'm still gon cry
And you done learned off experience
I'm still gon ride
Can I live? Hell, yeah but you still gon' die
C'mon, nigga, you a thug but I'm still gon' cry
An' you done learned off experience, I'm still gon'
(Yeah baby fuck me wild)
'Cause I'm Tim Dog, and the dog stands for
Doin' it on the ground
Yeah baby, get on the ground
Get on all fours
Bark like
me her number
Dropping the top on my Dawn (Yeah)
Look like we dead in the summer
Long live Peanut Da Don
We come from the trenches, the gutter
yourself just live out of spite
Lemme lick your milkers, yeah, give me some life
Gimme some extra protein, make my shit right
When I'm finished imma see
'Cuz I'm a city boy, but I always dreamed of country life
Cruising down the backroads, getting blown by my wife
Pistol on my hip and my doggo in the bed
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
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