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federal - 03 baby tim lyrics

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countin these president i feel federal

switch up the whip, ima call it bis*xual

roll up za , they gon smoke it on a paper roll

if we got beef, just believe ima let em know

hit em in the mouth, was a crip, but he wiped his nose

speedin thru the city, throwing sets like the #4

itty bitty pretty, say she like the way i wear the gold

just bought a whip, so i gotta call it in*di*go

gotta lil check, ima spend it gucci clothes

warming up the pot, it’s no wonder ion need a stove

ian tryna flex, but i feel i had to let you know

tim your trash i jus feel i had to let you know

can’t beat my ass i just feel i had to let you know

gettin to this bread, ion don’t really need a studio

yo homeboy dead, i jus feel i had to let you know

never comin back, like dad walkin out da door

flowing on this beat like a track star, rack star

when i’m on the road i be feeling like it’s nascar

king of the jungle, i’m a lion, madagascar

i’m flipping on the pot

she rubbing on my top

throwing up heavy knots
throw it then hide the rock

countin these president i feel federal

switch up the whip, ima call it bis*xual

roll up za , they gon smoke it on a paper roll

if we got beef, just believe ima let em know

hit em in the mouth, was a crip, but he wiped his nose

speedin thru the city, throwing sets like the #4

i got them rakes

we cutting up snakes

we throwing out fakes
we jumpin on gates

we hoopin in rafes

we don’t come to play

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