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letra de don't breathe - wuntayk timmy

don’t breathe, ok
(wuntayk timmy!)

[verse: wuntayk timmy]
i’ll be back, these n-ggas owe me mama
i’m in la feeling like i’m kobe, mamba
i been chasing money, don’t want no v-g-n-
well i do, but i don’t even know rihanna
’bout to make my way across the open locker
find a local doctor, get my check up
lord if this a set up, tell me, i been praying since i was little
rappin’ sh-t up in the bas-m-nt, i was tigger
i just seen a million dollars in the mirror
die for all my b-tches, ride for all my n-ggas
all them shots they taking, how he got a liver?
order 4 and add a baby, i’ll deliver
wait, he watching a lil baby, got a sitter
i won’t knock it, i just ain’t that kind of n-gga
walking ’round my house dressed like tommy pickles
looking like my future baby momma
and she call me daddy, never had a father figure
momma figured i would end up underfed
that i somewhat did
wonder if this bread make up for that wonder bread
someone said “motherf-ck what someone said”
mother said “don’t be like yo f-cking dad”
b-tches keep complaining ’bout my lumpy bed
money under that, that’s a bunkin’ bed
[?] and bump yo head, give my f-cking bread
chopper carve yo face, my lil pumpkin head
boy it’s been a minute since i’ve jumped in bed
rest when i’m rich, richer than the re-re-rest
i’ve been making sales “thank you come again”
we been talking l’s, every time we win
to the face, make her say she never win
took ya girl to a place she never been
took ya girl to a place she can’t even say it
know exactly what you came here to see
and i told kimberly to bring emily
it’s nice to meet your girl, my name timothy
and i treat all my sides the same, symmetry
the chocha price it can remain a mystery
the dope so white it probably claim supremacy
the flow so nice these n-ggas ancient history
and i just left you hoe, you can’t be missing me already
i’m so hot i’m sweaty, n-gga dripping heavy
in a different chevy, they could make spaghetti
n-ggas knew the sauce, n-gga who the boss?
i’ma cool ’em off, i’ma heat ’em up
i’ma see what’s up with ’em
if you ask yo b-tch about that wun n-gga
she gon’ tell you can’t n0body f-ck with him
tayk
don’t breathe
(i deserve a grammy, an oscar and an emmy)

- wuntayk timmy

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