Lyrics:
I be dippin' in clubs, girls screamin'
"Do you want it Timb?"
Nigga, playa hater sayin'
"Who the hell is him?" i'm in the back
Gleamin' from all that
me by the seat of the pants
I don't have nothin' to bother me
As happy as a possum in a lemon tree
If I had a wife that'd work at all
I wouldn't
3rd
Always #1 while you staying in 3rd
Cetti on da beat n he speaking speaking his word
Dani on da beat, n he made that shit glow
I'm whipping the jag,
the only G to willy a Porshe
We get dough and own land the size of Philly of course
Can't imagine the price that my jewelry really would cost (yeah, what?)
gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh)
Ace ban rap, the place,
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Yesterday I was a bum and broke
Today I am a star and broke
In this town that's called progress
that practice top cheese
That still can by weed
And can give me some good head
And I'll make her remind me, uh-huh
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't
tha air
But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares
I gettin stares from dime bitches,
is he alone? Wheres his misses?
1-2-3-4 or 5 bottles
active dumplings
In the 3rd inning
We got six
On the Styx
Spilling love
From the cuff
And got another 3
Tryna snatch us
From above
And that even ain't
what's up?
Legends, what's up?
Just love me baby just love me baby
Yeah (yeah)
To all my Houston Texas country muffins
Baby let me hit that liquor
Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis, hey, who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch
I stack in dough attract nymphos
(Damn) cats sick though
Too impressed by how that honey walk
Me, I'm tryna come up on some
Ways to make that money
my block, gimmie the ball, I said it's my rock
I'm startin' a line-up by gettin' y'all to bring the livestock
Throw all your money in the pot
I was born 1980 September 3rd
That's the day checks come out and vics gets served
So you know I got the blood of a hustla in my vain
My daddy had
nothing you can do but get your PHD.
(Playa hata's degree?) That's right!
(Aw hell yeah!)
Player Haters Academy, located on Wellfarm, in Detroit
shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"
Nigga hell you sayin'?
that's light though
Always gotta come with the right flow, we like dough
Learned that from Chuck, Rich and Alpo, I'm down so
Now we out here runnin'
the early liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga high like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies just to make me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It's what they all
eternity
I'm searchin for that sting of the bee That burn that's 3rd degree
If u think it's Perjury then shit come here and Murder me
I see u tried but I
hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
'Cause all my motherfuckers
Starin'
unless I own mines bitch
And that's all you getting from me
I drop way too often to be giving you 2nd and 3rd verses
Listen to the next track
Ah yeah yeah
that real fine chick)
It should've been me
To have been her chaperone
I walked to the corner
Then saw a sharp cat
With a three-hundred-dollar suit
We ain’t really fuckin witchu, nah you not on our team
Never foldin on my brothas, even if it’s 3rd degree
All we know is paper chasin, goin gettin
Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis, hey, who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch
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