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Kash Doll – KD Diary Lyrics

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[Part I]

[Verse 1]
Ever since I was a seed, I ain’t got nothin’ free
Pops died on my b-day ’fore I knew how to speak
I’m the oldest of six and they countin’ on me
Had to get in these streets, just to eat for a week
Punchin’ in from the a.m. soon as I hit sixteen
Walk a mile in my shoes, you can never see me
Just a girl from the D, still after my dreams
I can never understand why they hated on me
Another girl at the bar, tryna make me some cheese
And you bitch that tried to snuff me, how it feel to see me?
Five years out the club, now you bitches could eat
Twenty-six in one night, they could never top me
Ain’t no love life to speak on, only worry ’bout me
Keep my circle super tight, ain’t no time for no leaks
My intentions were so good, did it all for a dream
Signed some papers to a nigga, only knew for a week
A lot of cease and desists tried to drop my stream
So I stayed on the road, without music to stream
Just to pay half a ticket, so that I could be free
To release all this music so that they can feel me

[Part II]

[Verse 2]
But now that I’m on, I ain’t lettin’ ’em breathe
I’ve been winnin’ awards, I’ve been touchin’ the streets
Did you hear what I said on BET?
Soon as this paperwork done… I’m touchin’ everything
Benz truck, big face, I did that
Maserati, Audi coupe, doin’ zig zags
First class, diamond status, yeah, I earned that
New house, offshore, bitch I live that
You don’t know a bitch without a deal that did that
These niggas is for everybody, yeah, they scream that
You out here fightin’, lookin’ rowdy, they can have that
I’m in the buildin’ sittin’ pretty, but savage
Super fly, big film playin’, boom, boom
Fifty goons, big guns go boom, boom
Crib so big that Shawn, he make me go and switch my room
All my brothers, sisters got one, now my mama want one too
Got so many mouths to feed, I ain’t even got a seed
Gotta pay the payroll every first and fifteenth
It’s so cold in the D, how we s’posed to keep peace?
Gave me such a hard time, now they tryna be me

[Outro]
‘Cause I make that shit look so easy
They don’t know, like…
I don’t look nothin’ like what I’ve been through, man
I just know where I’m goin’

Pitbull – Down South Lyrics

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 1: Duece Poppi]
Look way, way, way deep south, boy
Hoes, clothes, and bankrolls what we ’bout, boy
I’m from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
Even them alphabet boys can’t stop a nigga
I pimp tight with that hoe off in the wind, boy
I gets loose like I’m fresh up out that pen, boy
The last of a dying breed like ‘Pac said
I got bread, got something that’ll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south know I’m on fire
28’s chrome, fuck a hundred, smoke [?]
I know you pimp tight, pimpin’, but I pimp tighter
Getting bread, got it made like Special Ed
Them hollow tips at your head, bitch, I bet you dead
24’s on the Wagon, that’s that G Benz
Two 44’s looking like Siamese twins

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
See, I’ma get this money
Rich everywhere and however it goes
And let me tell you something
If you owe me money, might as well owe the double-yo
So see, JAY-Z and JD might have told you money ain’t a thing
But that means money’s everything and for that money y’all make, them choppers sing
I’ll make them coppers bring
That yellow tape ’cause the whole thing
Can turn into a homicide scene if you fuck with the cream, mane
And I know Trick
And I know his click
But I let you slip, I let you slide
But I hope you motherfuckers don’t think I’ma let you die
Surprise, Pitbull get the last laugh
And whoever laughs last laughs the hardest
Whether now or later, y’all gonna pay me back regardless

[Interlude: Pitbull]
And y’all can take THAT to the bank, motherfuckers

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 3: Plies]
Nigga, I’m from down here where everything fucked up
And every other month, the dope prices going up
And either you thugging down here or you in the church
‘Cause how I’m living, ain’t nothing like you see on BET
These crackers found five dead in the last week
So if you a pussy nigga, you better get the fuck out these streets
These young niggas 16 and 17 going Fed
These crackers hitting these young niggas with 20-year bids
How the fuck you get indicted? You never had a quarter brick
But down here, that’s how these pussy crackers play shit
And where I’m from, we respect Chevys more than we do Bentleys
‘Cause a motherfucking Bentley can’t fit them 26’s
And that money come a little faster out here in the south
We got the corner, nigga, and got our own dope house
And you can find me with a white tee with my pants dropped
With four at the bottom, pussy nigga, and four at the top

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

Plies – How I’m Living Lyrics

[Chorus]
This is how I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET
How I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET

[Verse 1]
Where I’m from, it’s a couple things that you won’t see
You ain’t gon’ see no Maybachs or no Bentleys
And you ain’t finna see no cribs worth a half a million
But there’s a couple things, nigga, that you will see
Niggas riding around with choppers on the front seat
And niggas posted in the dope hole trying to eat
And the police riding back to back, six deep
‘Cause what you see and what I see is two different things
I see niggas riding Chevys, a lot of cocaine
And where I’m from, niggas don’t drink Cris, mane
Niggas drink yak, crackers drink champagne
And when you niggas get rich, it’s funny how shit change
With that $200 for that Cris, I can get into the game
And cop me some of that hard or some of that white thing
If you’ve been in the hood, then how I’m living, why concern about you?
Now that you got a little money, nigga, you’ve been flipped this shit for crackers

[Chorus]
This is how I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET
How I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET

[Verse 2]
And in the hood, we want you impressed by 9:11
‘Cause every day in the hood is fucking 9/11
When 9/11 happened, it was just a couple killers
You’d find more killers around this bitch sitting in trucks, nigga
These boys like Bin Laden, but behind tint, nigga
The only difference is Bin Laden just gon’ send them
A true killer will get you himself, last I remember
A plane got to hit the World Trade a couple of more times
To catch up with all of these motherfuckers around here dying
And God, I want you to stop me if you think I’m lying
I bet there’s 10,000 open cases right now
And y’all depicted a couple off a thousand cases
Me and your motherfucking family need to trade places
So you can look around the hood and see all the sad faces
As soon as a nigga get killed, you hollering “drug related”
I know you can hear it in my voice, you can tell I’m hot, too
I feel the same way you feel, cracker, fuck you
A lot of men died in two days, but it don’t make the news
A little white girl come up missing, it’s all over the news
And you would give a bitch a million for a couple crews
I bet you need my people, cracker, before we need you

[Chorus]
This is how I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET
How I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET

[Outro]
The same shit happening everywhere around the world, dog
Your motherfucking hood ain’t no harder than mine
And my hood ain’t no harder than yours
Fort Myers, dog, AKA Pakistan
You already know what we call it
Duval, Tallahassee, Gainesville, West Palm
Lauderdale, Dade County, Tampa, St. Pete
Clearwater, Orlando, Polk County, Mims, Titusville
And all surrounding areas in between, dog
This how we living in Florida, nigga
Please believe it, baby
Florida, I told you I got you, my nigga
And when them motherfuckers put me on how I’m living
I’ll take you in my hood, nigga, ’cause that’s how I’m living

Eminem – Stepping Stone Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It’s 2002, everything was totally new
We were globally huge, watchin’ sales go through the roof
We wrote and we viewed it, Runyon Avenue soldiers included
A multitude of homies who would bounce for no good excuse
We were so bulletproof—wrote, souped and soaked in our youth
Thought we was runnin’ shit ’til we lost the sole of our shoe
The death of Doody broke us in two
We were thrown for a loop, ain’t none of us know what to do
And at the time I was goin’ through my own struggles too
So I wasn’t in no condition to be coachin’ us through
Everyone tried to go solo, really nobody blew
I was hopin’ they do, so I ain’t have to shoulder the crew
The plan was put everyone in position, so that they knew
How to stand on they own, and I don’t want to open up wounds
I just noticed that oomf was gone when we go in the booth
‘Cause the truth is, the moment that Proof died, so did the group

[Pre-Chorus]
If I could leave this world behind
I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line
Turn to the river with you
Help me leave this all behind

[Chorus]
I’ma wash away my sins
I’ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends
To all the friends I may have hurt
I better stop and say my grace
From that I pray that I don’t fall
‘Cause on the way back down I may
End up runnin’ back into them all
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones

[Verse 2]
It was never the same, and it’s bothered me since
And the farther we drift apart, the more awkward it gets
The more time goes by, the more life happens
And we gotta be men, we got responsibilities
Plus we don’t say how we feel, and I feel like this is what got us in
The debacle we’re in, been with you guys thick and thin
But it’s almost as if sometimes we’re not even friends
Which reminded me Biz, “Rockstar” was the shit
Y’all coulda got you a hit without me on the shit
If you would’ve put D12 on it, wish I coulda did
More than try talkin’ you into comin’ up off of it
I know it wasn’t my fault, but part of it probably is
I think of all of the trips to BET
And the rappers I wish that we woulda politicked with
Maybe y’all coulda clicked and got you some features
But that’s water under the bridge
But I’m washin’ my sins in it ’til my conscience is cleansed

[Pre-Chorus]
If I could leave this world behind
I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line
Turn to the river with you
Help me leave this all behind

[Chorus]
I’ma wash away my sins
I’ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends
To all the friends I may have hurt
I better stop and say my grace
From that I pray that I don’t fall
‘Cause on the way back down I may
End up runnin’ back into them all
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones

[Verse 3]
Bacardi and Hen’, never thought the party would end
One minute you’re bodyin’ shit, but then your audience splits
You can already sense the climate is startin’ to shift
To these kids you no longer exist
Went from rainin’ cats and dogs in this bitch
To tiny drops, lil’ drips
And by the time your reign is over, you’ll hardly be missed
You start thinkin’ of all the artists you gift, all the carnage you left
Is this the kinda Karma you get
For turnin’ your fuckin’ back on Bizzy, Kuniva and Swift?
A Freudian slip, subconsciously, I honestly wished
I ain’t feel so much guilt and y’all didn’t harbor resentment
But it’s hard to pretend that y’all ain’t got none
I just wish I had words

[Bridge]
But I guess they’re just honored for this
To my partners, I can’t say how sorry I am
This is not how I planned for our story to end
I love all of you, men
But I just can’t be the guy
Everybody depends on for entire careers
‘Cause that’s not even fair
I will always be here, but that spark isn’t there
And I don’t know how to recapture that time and that era
I’ve tried hearkening back to, but I’m fightin’ for air
I’m barely chartin’ myself
Feels like I’m under the sink, but it was not my intent—

[Verse 4]
To treat y’all like a stepping stone
Though I ain’t left no one behind, but we been down every road
Done all we possibly can, I know we kept our hopes up
But the longer we spend livin’ this lie that we live
The less is left for closure, so let’s let this go
It’s not goodbye to our friendship, but D12 is over

[Chorus]
I’ma wash away my sins
I’ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends
To all the friends I may have hurt
I better stop and say my grace
From that I pray that I don’t fall
‘Cause on the way back down I may
End up runnin’ back into them all
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
I never meant to make you feel like my stepping stones
I never meant to use you all for my stepping stones

Tierra Whack – Cable Guy lyrics

[Chorus]
It goes like;
ABC (all boys cry)
MTV (men touch vigina’s)
BET (bitches eat tacos)
You wanna be seen with me
ABC (all boys cry)
MTV (men touch vigina’s)
BET
Showtime

[Verse]
Wish he had a remote just to control me
We was supposed to be friends, he was my homie
He was there when I was lonely, hungry
Now he seems phony
A really fucking show off
Cold shoulder wipe the snow off
Can’t believe I cut my bro off, but I had to cut my bro off

[Chorus]
It goes like;
ABC
MTV
BET
You wanna be seen with me

KYLE – Remember Me? lyrics

(feat. Chance The Rapper)

[Verse 1: KYLE]
Yeah, okay well hey yo remember me?
The one you used to rarely meet
Yeah I was just on BET, didn’t see? No?
Just something I thought about
Probably happy you know a lot of kids that you fucked off and forgot about
But not this, not what this all about
There is more than that to it
Look I know we’ve both been through it but
You’ve been doing anything but what you should be doing like
When I call you on Christmas and you come with excuses
And tell me how you’re sorry Kyle but this year I’m Jewish
But last year you was Hindu, and the year before was Buddhist
To keep from buying me clothes, I bet you’ll probably be a nudist huh?
Probably have my moms on Maury, asking them to prove it
So I put my face on albums so you’d have to face the music
And when I think about it, it couldn’t have been that hard
I didn’t need the money man, I just wanted the card
But you was always busy or like somewhere hella far
And ever since I made it, it seems like you never are
That’s weird

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
I said, you gon’ remember me
You say what’s your name again?
Finally, don’t call but it’s alright
I’ll re-jog your memory
I said, you gon’ remember me
You say what’s your name again?
Finally, don’t call but it’s alright
I’ll re-jog your memory

[Lady]
August 24th 2013 Journal entry 87
The past is just a story we tell ourselves
Do you remember ours?
Tell me the story would you please?

[Verse 2: KYLE]
Yeah, hey look the happy rapper’s not so happy now
I remember when I used to laugh out loud
Nowadays I only LOL
Through text cause I don’t wanna talk
Don’t touch me I don’t wanna feel
Rewrote this verse a couple times
First time I kept it way too real
Back before droppin “Keep It Real”
You really dropped me on my ass
I sent a hundred thousand text’s
Don’t think you ever sent one back
Let’s backtrack back to twenty twelve
Back throwing backpacks to hit the roads
Felt like I died and went to heaven
My life at home was living hell
I told you, you was all I had
It’s funny then you couldn’t tell
When all your friends was talking shit
It’s funny then you couldn’t smell
It’s funny then you couldn’t spell
When I got no answers to those texts
These things get harder to forgive, and even harder to forget
But when I think about it, I’m kinda glad that you did
Don’t try to eat with me now
You couldn’t starve with me then
A couple months ago fuck
It was hard for us to be friends
You’re heart is so much bigger ever since I made it big
Man that’s weird

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
I said, you gon’ remember me
You say what’s your name again?
Finally, don’t call but it’s alright
I’ll re-jog your memory
I said, you gon’ remember me
You say what’s your name again?
Finally, don’t call but it’s alright
I’ll re-jog your memory
I said, you gon’ remember me
You say what’s your name again?
Finally, don’t call but it’s alright
I’ll re-jog your memory
I said, you gon’ remember me
You say what’s your name again?
Finally, don’t call but it’s alright

I’ll re-jog your memory

Evidence – Jim Dean / Throw It All Away (At Vevo) (Live)

[Refrain]
Here to save the day and steal the game
It ain’t a crime if you don’t get caught
I know names who’re moving the same
We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot

[Verse 1]
My quiet thoughts at night can turn rowdy
Light bulbs and bright ideas can turn cloudy
Big dreams even if they doubt them
I never wasn’t sure if I wasn’t sure about them
This is not your thing, this is ours
Gangsters got this thing about flowers
Rappers got this thing about power
Bitter and sour, gossip at the top of every hour
Walking in the rain off the Jim Beam
Dreams broken on the boulevard, Jim Dean
Get a grip for bars like a gym beam
Eyes redder than the rastas on the swim team

[Scratches]
(For you)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)
(For you)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

[Verse 2]
I ain’t thinking about BET
I’m talking about debt, ‘D’ to add the ‘E-B-T’
91, Dub C, don’t work, you don’t eat
Crossed streets where reality and hard times meet
Back in my youth I was a wildcat
Put my tires in reverse and get some miles back
It’s been a minute since a while back
Round of applause, blow the horns like Miles back
It’s God’s work, that is not in my hands
But I’m holding on tight for a few of my fans
It’s dedicated if the line is short
And if the line goes long, that was your support
There was a few times I wanted your respect
But you try to play me like some kind of a threat
The time done been elusive, ain’t a lack of love
Just an alley cat, got a lack of trust
I went from slow flow to never the same flow
Cause doing part two’s not the reason I came for
Until then I at the end of the rainbow
But still the pot of gold about as real as the game shows

[Refrain]
Here to save the day and steal the game
It ain’t a crime if you don’t get caught
I know names who’re moving the same
We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot

[Scratches]
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

[Verse 3]
Trooper, just below forty with the wind chill
All my shorties getting spin like the windmills
Weatherman, I’ve been hailed the sky curse
Fire verses I write for what the prize worth
Pot love, won, then I got stuck
Fell, then I got up
Never went back down, never played the background
Anxious more than patient, I attack now
Don’t get my way is when I act out
Never waiting on the industry
Waiting on the tables ’til the tables turning into me
Go back, hands on the clock, you call it throwback
But only no dope and judge not if I know that
Need is need, that ain’t weak shit
But greed is greed, that’s some weak shit
I make a promise I’ma keep it (one-two)
Never take my kindness for a weakness

[Scratches]
(For you)
(We get away with a lot)
(We get away with a lot)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

[Skit]
He’s very concerned with how much rainfall, and of course, snowfall is going to be seen from many locations extending from California and beyond

ASAP Ferg – Plain Jane (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Chorus]
Ride with the mob
Humdullah
Check in with me, and do ya job
Ferg is the name
Ben Baller did the chain
[?] for the watch
‘Cause he Plain jane

[Verse 1]
Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior
Hermes link could feed a village in Liberia
TMZ taking pictures causin’ mad hysteria
Momma see me on BET and started tearin’ up
I’mma start killin’ niggas
How you get that tribe
I take that holler picnics where you risked your life
Uncle used to skim work sellin’ Nicks at night
I was only 8 years old watching Nick at night
Uncle psycho was in that bathroom buggin’!
Knife to his guts
Hope daddy don’t cut him
Suicidal doors brought to me with no advisory
He was pitchin’ dummy selling fiends mad ivory
Grandma had the arthritis in her hands, bad!
She was poppin pills like rappers in society
I fuck yo bitch what a irony
I sent Mitchy at yo home and yo bitch keep eyeing me

[Chorus x2]
Ride with the mob
Hamdullah
Check in with me, and do ya job
Ferg is the name
Ben Baller did the chain
[?] for the watch
‘Cause he Plain jane

[Bridge]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’

[Verse 2]
I’mma explain why you probably never seen me
I’m in a suckin’ place no Instagram am watchin’ tv
I think I trade my breakfast lunch and dinner for some kitty
Please believe me I see RiRi Imma eat it like panini
I go [?] in the bar hit the walls like graffiti
Indian burns all up on a nigga Willy
I think I need a foursome Bella can do Gigi
It’d be easy if we [?] hook it all up [?]
I go crazy in my yeezy, Kirk Neezy on the beat
I told ’em now we from glow up in the street
Rappers talk subliminal but they don’t talk to me
Put ’em in a Jersey Shore like Pauly D

[Chorus x2]
Ride with the mob
Hamdullah
Check in with me, and do ya job
Ferg is the name
Ben Baller did the chain
[?] for the watch
‘Cause Plain jane

[Outro]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’

ASAP Ferg – Plain Jane (On TRL) (Live)

[Chorus]
Ride with the mob
Humdullah
Check in with me, and do ya job
Ferg is the name
Ben Baller did the chain
[?] for the watch
‘Cause he Plain jane

[Verse 1]
Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior
Hermes link could feed a village in Liberia
TMZ taking pictures causin’ mad hysteria
Momma see me on BET and started tearin’ up
I’mma start killin’ niggas
How you get that tribe
I take that holler picnics where you risked your life
Uncle used to skim work sellin’ Nicks at night
I was only 8 years old watching Nick at night
Uncle psycho was in that bathroom buggin’!
Knife to his guts
Hope daddy don’t cut him
Suicidal doors brought to me with no advisory
He was pitchin’ dummy selling fiends mad ivory
Grandma had the arthritis in her hands, bad!
She was poppin pills like rappers in society
I fuck yo bitch what a irony
I sent Mitchy at yo home and yo bitch keep eyeing me

[Chorus x2]
Ride with the mob
Hamdullah
Check in with me, and do ya job
Ferg is the name
Ben Baller did the chain
[?] for the watch
‘Cause he Plain jane

[Bridge]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’

[Verse 2]
I’mma explain why you probably never seen me
I’m in a suckin’ place no Instagram am watchin’ tv
I think I trade my breakfast lunch and dinner for some kitty
Please believe me I see RiRi Imma eat it like panini
I go [?] in the bar hit the walls like graffiti
Indian burns all up on a nigga Willy
I think I need a foursome Bella can do Gigi
It’d be easy if we [?] hook it all up [?]
I go crazy in my yeezy, Kirk Neezy on the beat
I told ’em now we from glow up in the street
Rappers talk subliminal but they don’t talk to me
Put ’em in a Jersey Shore like Pauly D

[Chorus x2]
Ride with the mob
Hamdullah
Check in with me, and do ya job
Ferg is the name
Ben Baller did the chain
[?] for the watch
‘Cause Plain jane

[Outro]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’

ASAP Ferg – Plain Jane

[Chorus]
Ride with the mob
Humdullah
Check in with me, and do ya job
Ferg is the name
Ben Baller did the chain
[?] for the watch
‘Cause he Plain jane

[Verse 1]
Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior
Hermes link could feed a village in Liberia
TMZ taking pictures causin’ mad hysteria
Momma see me on BET and started tearin’ up
I’mma start killin’ niggas
How you get that tribe
I take that holler picnics where you risked your life
Uncle used to skim work sellin’ Nicks at night
I was only 8 years old watching Nick at night
Uncle psycho was in that bathroom buggin’!
Knife to his guts
Hope daddy don’t cut him
Suicidal doors brought to me with no advisory
He was pitchin’ dummy selling fiends mad ivory
Grandma had the arthritis in her hands, bad!
She was poppin pills like rappers in society
I fuck yo bitch what a irony
I sent Mitchy at yo home and yo bitch keep eyeing me

[Chorus x2]
Ride with the mob
Hamdullah
Check in with me, and do ya job
Ferg is the name
Ben Baller did the chain
[?] for the watch
‘Cause he Plain jane

[Bridge]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’

[Verse 2]
I’mma explain why you probably never seen me
I’m in a suckin’ place no Instagram am watchin’ tv
I think I trade my breakfast lunch and dinner for some kitty
Please believe me I see RiRi Imma eat it like panini
I go [?] in the bar hit the walls like graffiti
Indian burns all up on a nigga Willy
I think I need a foursome Bella can do Gigi
It’d be easy if we [?] hook it all up [?]
I go crazy in my yeezy, Kirk Neezy on the beat
I told ’em now we from glow up in the street
Rappers talk subliminal but they don’t talk to me
Put ’em in a Jersey Shore like Pauly D

[Chorus x2]
Ride with the mob
Hamdullah
Check in with me, and do ya job
Ferg is the name
Ben Baller did the chain
[?] for the watch
‘Cause Plain jane

[Outro]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’

Tech N9ne – Shoe Game (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Mackenzie Nicole) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

[Intro: Krizz Kaliko & Mackenzie Nicole]
Yeah
Kali baby on the left side, baby on the right side (Yeah)
Yeah (Cold World)
Baby girl on the left side, baby on the right side (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Mackenzie Nicole]
This year is mine get your hand off the pie
I’m a good girl and I’m never a thot
People see me, think they know what I got
Well I got the money, just give me a shot (ayoo)
The way that I’m living, don’t have to get used to
Money from the booth too, Strange life is beautiful (en fuego)
I’m somewhere thawn out from that cold
Live this way ’till I’m old
Stay on my toes

[Hook: Mackenzie Nicole]
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
You don’t have to tell me, I already know
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes

[Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko]
Look, well I ain’t never been on TV
Nah, I maybe once, but I ain’t never been on BET
Ain’t no telling what they wanting
Tryna get the cake like Duncan
Ain’t that somthin’
They get no frontin’
Me and Nina get it jumpin’
That’s where we at, where we at, in case anybody say somethin’
See the way my bank account is set up, I got a checking and savings
Keep my foot on the gas and don’t let up
Niggas so what is you saying?
Yeah I quit school but I rock chalk
I came here to ball
Ain’t bout to argue with y’all, make y’all talk (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Since a lot of y’all and a few of us
I’m coming to get it now and I mean it nigga, I take the bus
You see me with baby girl, that’s a check coming, we add that
In my Jordans, I’m on my toes
Y’alls froze, we clap back
Kali, baby

[Hook: Mackenzie Nicole]
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
You don’t have to tell me, I already know
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes

[Outro: Mackenzie Nicole]
From the left side baby to the right side baby
From the left side baby to the right side, you can tell when I walk in
And then I walk out, I
You can tell when I walk in
When I walk , I
Stay on my toes
From the left side baby to the right side baby

Step Brothers – Yeah 5X

[Intro]
Three
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You recording?

[Verse 1: Starlito]
If they wasn’t pressing record
I’d probably be pressing the tail button
Yeah, hustling I’m from where them young niggas ain’t scared of nothing
10 years ago drinking tussy
Nutting off all in public
Drive-bys in broad daylight its ringing like a concession
Thugging, quick to tell her that I love her
Knowing I just finished fucking
Dick smelling like a rubber
Just like Mel and Danny Glover caught with 7 lethal weapons
And you can check my deposition, listen
Look, them streets ain’t for you
They against you, need convincing?
They got most of my friends behind them fences
I was in them trenches that’s why I don’t give a fuck about no Mentions or no likes or no comments I got extension
I lost everything beefing it get expensive
Cap a unit and wouldn’t care if you wind up in intensive
No evidence for forensics just barely dodged the conviction
Shed a thug tear when they said that budda was snitching
Yeah they still fucking with me

[Don trip]
Step brothers three, yeah
And I will still fuck Stacey Dash

[Verse 2: Don Trip]
Where I’m from we rather die than let you take the stash
That ain’t just a sack my whole future’s in that paper bag
That’s how I feed my babies
While my baby momma’s bitching
I’m too close to the edge
It’s best you keep your distance
My uncle fighting addiction, my people fighting convictions
But I gotta go get it, no matter the conditions
Shit be overflowing I’m just tryna find a lead
Being careful with the fire trying not to burn the bridge
And I will still fuck Stacey Dash
Spend a day with her crazy ass
You know fine hoes talk way too much
Just wanna fuck her and make her gag
And watch re-runs on BET and reminisce on what it used to be
Get in this round two I’m tryna knock that out
I might knock her up I’m on shooting spree
On my block they are shooting teens
Just tryna ball but they just moving screens
So used to putting up bricks
You think I’m playing for the losing team
I don’t sleep much but I used to dream
Then I woke up and started chasing mine
Took a look at my G-Shock and said don’t rush it
Take your time without wasting time
Godspeed

[Starlito]
Yeah it’s time
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 3: Starlito]
Sick of the scent of me tripping my gun
Tripping if niggas try some
Picture me in the kitchen
Yeah pitching I need a [?]
Going digital, plenty niggas still hit me up tryna buy somethin
For my funds, shit had to grind hard from where I’m from

[Verse 4: Don Trip]
Yeah, ’cause he who doesn’t hustle
Ain’t entitled to a pot crumb
My nigga beat a murder trial to us that’s called triumph
Live it to the limit I’m just saying you only die once
Pouring out champagne for all the good niggas that died young

[Verse 5: Starlito]
And counting down for Dotty
Been locked up for 55 months
Break down a half a zip
And try to stuff this shit in 5 blunts
Riding low I don’t know how I function high as fuck
You can see the pain all in my eyes cause I don’t cry much

[Verse 6: Don Trip]
Well, you missing more screws than me if you decide to try us
Cause you’d have better luck winning a gun battle with a hotpoint
Fuck around make the news
Look in the camera I’m like
"Hi Mom your sons been making pipe bombs and my favorite rapper is Dylan"
And, and they think Star’s the high one

[Outro]
Step Brothers
I think this makes 3

Desiigner – Tiimmy Turner

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brrrrraght
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Little Timmy Turner

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
[Verse 1]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
Young boy walkin’, wishin’ for a burner
Four, five, six, ten ratchets on ’em
Ten niggas with them, chains clappin’ on ’em
Dead niggas with ’em, dead niggas, get ’em
Four-five’s with ’em, four-five’s hit ’em
You talk money, young niggas with ’em
Young niggas get ’em, ballooning, ballooning, ballooning
I fell in love with the Ruger
I been in love with my jewelery
I been in love with the mula
Banana clips going through ya
I buy them all, I buy them all, I buy them all

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner

[Verse 2]
Timmy, Timmy Turner
Gettin’ rich, buy a burner
Young nigga movin’, he chemical farmer
You gettin’ hit nigga, live at the honor
Chopper moving, nigga both wanna
You get hit down at Four Summers
I got niggas from the dead to win it
Chopper proof, nigga pour the window
You be choked out, go on and get it
Hit a nigga, ’bout to roll the semi
‘Bout to blow again
Feelings all about Xan
Pockets all about women
All of them winnin’

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace

[Beat Switch]

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner

Desiigner – Tiimmy Turner (Lyric Video)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brrrrraght
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Little Timmy Turner

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
[Verse 1]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
Young boy walkin’, wishin’ for a burner
Four, five, six, ten ratchets on ’em
Ten niggas with them, chains clappin’ on ’em
Dead niggas with ’em, dead niggas, get ’em
Four-five’s with ’em, four-five’s hit ’em
You talk money, young niggas with ’em
Young niggas get ’em, ballooning, ballooning, ballooning
I fell in love with the Ruger
I been in love with my jewelery
I been in love with the mula
Banana clips going through ya
I buy them all, I buy them all, I buy them all

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner

[Verse 2]
Timmy, Timmy Turner
Gettin’ rich, buy a burner
Young nigga movin’, he chemical farmer
You gettin’ hit nigga, live at the honor
Chopper moving, nigga both wanna
You get hit down at Four Summers
I got niggas from the dead to win it
Chopper proof, nigga pour the window
You be choked out, go on and get it
Hit a nigga, ’bout to roll the semi
‘Bout to blow again
Feelings all about Xan
Pockets all about women
All of them winnin’

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace

[Beat Switch]

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner

Kanye West – Timmy Turner (Remix)

[Hook: Desiigner]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

[Verse: Kanye West]
Born in the nation that breeded us
Why they don’t never show me the love?
Jesus Shuttlesworth, I lead the squad
Walk on water while I feed the sharks
Everybody just got made alert (Tiimmy)
You might get killed on your way to work
Everyone seen it in broad day
Nobody feelin’ that paperwork
Nobody cared, that just made it worse
All of the talkin’ just made it worse
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
Grab the burner, leave the block burnt up
Now look what you made me do
Look who you made me shoot
Don’t ask for help from dude
That nigga crazy too
I’m the new Steve, mixed with Ali
‘Bout to get freed, I’m the new Walt
Fuck what you thought
Man fuck all of y’all
Cause Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
Grab the burner, leave the block burnt up
Grab the burner, leave the block burnt up

[Hook: Desiigner]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

Desiigner – Tiimmy Turner (Remix) (feat. Kanye West) letras

[Hook: Desiigner]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Born in the nation that breeded us
Why they don’t never show me the love?
Jesus Shuttlesworth, I lead the squad
Walk on water while I feed the sharks
Everybody just got made alert (Tiimmy)
You might get killed on your way to work
Everyone seen it in broad day
Nobody feelin’ that paperwork
Nobody cared that you made it work
All of the talkin’ just made it worse
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
Got a burner ’bout to leave the block burnt up
And look what you made me do
Look who you made me shoot
Don’t ask from help from dude
That nigga crazy too
I’m the new Steve, mixed with Ali
‘Bout to get freed, I’m the new Walt
Fuck what you thought
Man fuck all of y’all
Cause Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
Got a burner leave the block burnt up
Got a burner leave the block burnt up
[Hook: Desiigner]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

Desiigner – Tiimmy Turner lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Grrrrraaaah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Vador)
Little Timmy Turner
Git, git, git, git

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
[Verse 1]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
Young boy walkin’, wishin’ for a burner
Four, five, six, ten ratchets on ’em
Ten niggas with ’em, ten clappin’ on ’em
Dead niggas with ’em, dead niggas, get ’em
Four-five rip ’em, four-five zip ’em
You talk money, young niggas get ’em
Young niggas get ’em
Beluga, beluga, beluga
I fell in love with the Ruger
I fell in love with my jeweler
I fell in love with the mulah
Banana clips is going through ya
It’s all about the rule
It’s all about the move
It’s all about the rules

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

[Verse 2]
Tiimmy (Git, git, git)
Tiimmy Turner (Git, git, git)
Eh, yeah he wish had a burner
Young nigga move and he kill with confirma
You get hit, nigga, left with earner
Choppa move, nigga, both want it
You get hit down in both summers
I got niggas rollin’ dat would be dead with it
Choppa move, nigga, roll him with it
You choke down, roll, load and get
Hit a nigga up, reload the semi
Gotta flow over demon
Thinking all about Tiimmy
Just the thought of them with me
All my killas said they with me

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace

[Beat Switch]

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner