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letra de timmy turner - scy jimm

[intro]
yeah
ayy, ayy ([? 0:51])
timmy turner (gloww), know i keep a burner (boww-gloww-boww)
timmy turner (yeah), you know i keep a burner, mhm

[chorus]
ayy, thigh pads on me, i ain’t play football in a while (football in a while)
just popped a perc’ 10, i ain’t puttin’ my hands on no child (i ain’t puttin’ my hands on no child)
i can say i’m proud, i been lettin’ this money pile (i been lettin’ this money pile)
lil’ shawty say she love me, i give her good d-ck and she smile (ayy, yuh, ugh-ugh-ugh)
remember scr-pin’ pennies, now we makin’ plenty, b-tch (now we makin’ plenty, b-tch)
i love to see my n-ggas eat, it ain’t no hatin’ in me (it ain’t no, ayy, yeah, yeah)
wrecked my first car in a month, drove that b-tch like it was a hеmi (ayy, skrrt, ayy, skrrt, ayy)
i can take a good girl and turn her out like i’m timmy, yеah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse]
i’m in the booth with a glock 9, but i ain’t from the o (i ain’t from the o)
could’ve been made ya b-tch mine, but i don’t wantcha ho (i don’t wantcha ho), ayy
and i ain’t buy this b-tch to show it, i bought this b-tch to blow it (ayy, gloww-boww, yeah-yeah)
yeah, come work for the gang, i heard you unemployed
i told lil’ bruh to chill, he spinnin’ like a ceiling fan (ayy, phew-phew-phew)
none of you n-ggas fed me, i’ll bite one of you n-ggas’ hands (ayy, err, yeah-yeah) like i’m a zombie (ayy)
steppin’ in some burberry (ooh, ayy), this ain’t abercrombie (ayy, ayy, yeah)
when sh-t start gettin’ real, that n-gga cryin’ out to mommy
i ain’t gon’ lie, for all these racks, i broke my back (ayy, yeah, i broke my back)
so when these n-gga tryna take it, he gon’ get whacked (ayy, gloww-boww-boww)
my dogs be trippin’, all they know is to attack (all they know is to attack)
big toolie on me, these n-ggas know i never lack (i ain’t lackin’, come on, man), ayy
i just turned a ten-ball, took twenty out (ayy), and doubled up
dumb b-tch keep dislikin’ my sh-t ’cause i don’t f-ck with her (ayy, ayy, f-ck that ho)
bae, don’t mind me leanin’, it be lean up in my double cup (it be lean up in my, ayy)
first, i couldn’t stay out of trouble, now i pour my troubles up (yeah, ayy)
no cap, you n-ggas know we smoke the gas, we don’t smoke no bap (no bap)
and yeah, i rhyme, when it come to beef, just know we don’t rap (we don’t talk, n-gga)
you n-ggas lie in all y’all songs, y’all don’t trap (y’all on’ trap)
they don’t know when i’m droppin’, they just know i’m gon’ snap (yeah)

- scy jimm

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