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Tim Dunkin
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(It's a Wayne beat) (His name's Pablo) Rich n***a vibes, get a n***a fried Make the pape' flip two times, then it's gettin' tied I know a b*t*h gon' f**k me if she look me in my eye Young n***a, I got pull, I got real mob ties I can get a n***a rich or get a n***a robbed I'll level to the devil, only lookin' up to God I don't stress, I got real street n***as on my side Turnt young n***a, I'll blow a hundred like it's tissue Every n***a with me got some money and a pistol Flippin' 'bows, hittin' other n***as' hoes, that's what I'm into Grind like the rent due, I need a hundred M's too I open up to God, he the only one I vent to Neck on freezer, wrist on water Drop a n***a like a mixtape, n***a, this Tha Carter My old b*t*h thick, she look like Mrs. Parker I know some young n***as go on hits in the Charger He'll die for this sh*t, he a martyr Young n***a, make sure the killers good, they don't charge me Wrist bust crazy, I think I'm Marvin Young n***a tryna hit every b*t*h around but Karma (Huh?) Put the smoke in the air, the opps can't breathe Your n***a slid, but he choked, that boy ain't squeeze Fifteen racks a day, I'm tryna make cheese This rap sh*t workin' out, sick I came wheeze In the trap puttin' O's on the clock When I c*ck back, I'ma leave some O's in an opp Wrist bust crazy, I think I froze up the watch Better not tell your business to a nosy-a** thot Out of town with a cold old b*t*h and she pretty She from the city, waist snatched, and she thicker than saditty See the killers, yeah, they with me See they 'fit, see they neck, see they wrist, man, I think this sh*t damn near a ticket Hold on, huh, how they think we not with it? Huh N***as always gone, how we not busy? Huh Two-sixty in this coupe, who in the drop with me? Huh This Babyman ridin' with a bopstick, listen, hold up (Nah) Hold up I don't want no n***a by my side if it ain't brother, huh Every time we choose to come outside, we'll bust you Nah, every time he choose to use a nine, he'll dump it Uh, we ain't tryna talk like no more times, f**k discussions Uh, soon as a n***a get out of line, we gon' rush him, huh G74 the orange soda, we gon' crush him F**k, uh, uh I had some more, but Skilla Baby said— F**k it Don't want no ho n***as around me, don't trust 'em Drum on the stick, but it sound like a trumpet Every time a freak booty around, I'ma hump it Huh? I heard the opp n***as hate me, I love it I know anatomy, put an arm on his stomach Young n***a always going to the bank, Tim Duncan Huh, how the f**k we not crunchin'? Put his BM pu**y in the boxing gym and get to punchin' Everything I do, I take my time, don't be rushin' Huh, white woman love to drink vodka 'cause she Russian, f**k What's your conjunction, uh, junction? Huh Throw a n***a off a cliff like he a stuntman, huh With a new foreign b*t*h who got a sun tan, huh I be low-key, but still got the upper hand, huh I hope you understand, naw, I hope she understand I'm one of them n***as that she can never f**k again, huh I can't eat it if she ain't just take no bubble bath F**k Still gon' tax her brother like I'm Uncle Sam Big ape, I got monkey bars like a jungle gym F**k, mmm, huh I got seventy-seven b*t*hes claimin' they in love with me And they— uh, uh, claimin' they in love with him, huh Mr. Him not them, huh, Mr. I'm gon' win, huh Mr. kick it with a b*t*h, she tap me on her shin Tsh, huh Mr. soon as she suck my d**k, she tap me on her chin, huh Mr. platinum Cartiers with the heron lens, huh Mr. I can't trust a ho, she can f**k my mans, hmm, listen, n***a
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