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timmy turner - scy jimm lyrics

[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)

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