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timbs on - cam300 lyrics

[intro: rarari300 & cam300]

yo
yuh

[hook: cam300]

th* th* they won’t ever catch me slackin’
i don’t lack when i got timbs on
thick b*tches call me daddy
i’ma big boss like rick ross
she gotta fatass like rick ross
step up, get criss crossed
i ain’t scary of n0body
i’ma man and i got big b*lls

ay, these fellas talkin’ down
and on they head i put a red dot
i’ma send they ass to shiva
air this b*tch out i don’t mess ’round
ain’t no dancin’ ain’t a disco
makin’ sure that i’ma hit y’all
i’m stompin on they head
i’m makin’ sure i keep my timbs on

[verse 1: cam300]
i’m makin’ sure i keep my trees on me
no not the weed homie
i’m talkin’ nathan swartz swag
now the nypd
on my ass cuz i was stompin’ b*tches out with my boots
like a dentist i’ma have to tell y’all f*ckers ’bout my roots

i’m from the boons and i moved out to the blues
i was homeless couple months and i ain’t had nothin’ to lose
my daddy beat a crackhead down outside the hotel room
inherit that sh*t from him
i never leave the house without the f*ckin’ boots

if a p*ssy wanna talk then we gon’ pull up with the wheats
we gon’ put him on tv when we see em’ in the street
them plus shapes on his face
that tree sign in his brain
they said be careful ’round here but i told em’

[hook: cam300]

th* th* they won’t ever catch me slackin’
i don’t lack when i got timbs on
thick b*tches call me daddy
i’ma big boss like rick ross
gotta fatass like rick ross
step up, get criss crossed
i ain’t scary of n0body
i’ma man and i got big b*lls
ay, these fellas talkin’ down
and on they head i put a red dot
i’ma send they ass to shiva
air this b*tch out i don’t mess ’round
ain’t no dancin’ ain’t a disco
makin’ sure that i’ma hit y’all
i’m stompin on they head
i’m makin’ sure i keep my timbs on

[verse 2: astro fr]

w*we gon’ stomp a n*gga out
you gon’ hear the timbs when we walkin’ in yo house
we come stompin’ in yo house
thats all that we about
you better tip*toe when you walk into my town

i’ma big bodied n*gga
yeah you know i got some big b*lls
shawty fiendin’ for the d*ck
then you know that she a big hoe
and if that’s the case then i’m lucky i don’t get hoes
no i’m not a stripper but i might cop me a big pole

i can only smell the cap
’cause i gotta big nose
w*when you walkin’ in my city better tip*toe
if you see me in the street i got my timbs on
if they ever try to catch me lackin’ i’ma tell em’
[hook: cam300]

[verse 3: rarari300]

yeah it’s jeans with the wheats on
stomp a n*gga out til’ his motherf*ckin’ t**th gone
and sippin’ on that henny he gon’ need a straw
and when i’m in the lab i don’t a pick up calls

blowin’ up my phone she want the d she havin’ withdrawls
n*ggas dyin’ young i don’t got long
steppin’ through the rain, yeah you know i got my timbs on
f*ckin’ up my only pair i don’t give a f*ck
i gotta get a bag, i gotta run it up

cause’ i done had enough
n*gga talkin’ sh*t then we gon’ shut him up
down bad on my d*ck i had to run it up
drop my b*lls i gotta be a man
said he bout’ to slide man you know i got a plan

[hook: cam300]

- cam300 lyrics

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