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letra de timmy turner - ebk young joc

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[verse 1: ebk young joc]
it’s war time, better drop your nuts, or n—- stay inside
tossin’ over a band for rona, because he ain’t takin’ mine. (here it go)
he gon’ pump fake it, when it’s time i put it all on the line. (the line)
my juice sipper, baby bottle pop, you know i stay with slime. (i know he do)
you say you gon’ slide, when it’s time, you better take that ride. (he better ride)

pssh, uhh, and i ain’t lying bout’ it

i’m from the gales, it’s 21 and i’ll die about it. (2100)
i’m getting bands, while you n—– waitin’ on allowance. (like, wtf?)
you can ball on me, it ain’t nothing, i’ll still eat the sandwhich. (it ain’t safe)
you’s a funny guy, mike epps, so we get to clowin’. (ok)
he can’t swin up in the deep, that boy will get to drowin’. (h-ll nah)
he hit the switch onna n—-, brrrld, he blammin’. (oouwe)
don’t give a f—, that boy wild, did it in front of camera’s. (don’t give a f—)
so many bl!ck’s up in the b—-, i can’t even count em’. (aye, wtf?)
don’t wanna meet my darkside, you gon’ need a candle. (nah)
a lil’ crazy walkin’ round, talking to my shadow. (lil’ crazy)
talking to my shadow
a lil’ crazy walkin’ round, talking to my shadow

[verse 2: mac j]
aye, i’m a lil’ crazy. (huh?)
you want to f— with macaroni? you just gotta pay me. (you just gotta pay me)
you ain’t know the pill plug, just a old lady. (what?)
b—- it’s sunny outside, but i’ll do you shady. (i’ll do em’)
you gotta live and learn. (huh?)
aye, you gotta wait in line, until you get a turn. (get a turn)
aye, i’m sippin’ on this drank, till my vision blur. (it skrtt)
imma sit outside his spot, till i get the word. (let me know)
he a goner. (he a goner)
i’ll do it to the neck, i’m a loner (i’m a loner)
aye, where the smoke at? imma stoner. (what?)
she gon’ have to give me top, i got a b-n-r. (ahh, ahh)
i’m a war vet. (war vet)
b—-, i use to drive a buick, like a corvette. (neemuum)
aye, i was sellin’ dope for a short check
how you worried bout’ my guap, ain’t got yours yet? (where’s your s— at? stupid)
i’m not through
heard the lil’ paper he having, is not blue. (not blue, ahh, ahh)
and he telling on n—–, i’m not you. (what?)
put the first car that i bought, on fox news. (fox news)

- ebk young joc

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