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go brazy 3! - tinky t lyrics

[intro: freezy]
(freezy)

[chorus: tinky t]
call me a plumber, your b*tch want the pipe
uber her over and f*ck her all night
they know i don’t freestyle, f*ck it, alright
f*cking your b*tch, f*ck it all might
she say i’m cute, i’m hot like a light
f*cked on a british b*tch, she yellin’ ”sh*te”
i’m pullin the glock out, i’m too hot to fight
i know you scared of me, you filled with fright
yo girl p*ssy, i’m in that (ooh)
the realest, you know i been that (ooh)
ass pics, she send dat
all of the rules, you know that i bend that
you think your girl thick, but her back, she bend that
when i f*ck from behind, tell her to bend back
pull out my d*ck, i tell her to l!ck that
want to see how it’s done? you can just sit back (sit back)

[verse 1: tinky t]
stupid lil b*tch, i do not need you
she suck my d*ck, and then i leave her
like b*tch who are you? i got amnesia
smokin on boof, i cannot see you
b*tch wanna take this d*ck in the backseat
i ain’t tryna f*ck, tell it when she ask me
go down b*tch, tell her get on her d*mn knees
after it’s over, i call her a taxi
get out my way, you better move
i eat the p*ssy, just like it’s food
f*ck all of y’all, that be the move
we got more guns than american troops
she want a kiss under stars on the roof
i’m tryna get in her pants in my room
who said that tinky’s a coon? so high that i just walked over the moon

[verse 2: tinky t]
i’ll keep it real, i hate all of you hoes with a passion
all of this hate you could fill up a mansion
you petty lil b*tches can’t throw back those asses
if you tryna f*ck i would say “imma pass it”
b*tches it’s lil tinky, i don’t do no cappin
ain’t talkin bout guns but hoes know that i’m packin
beefin with me, don’t get caught lackin
if i catch you alone then i might get to smackin’
keep talkin’ that sh*t, he don’t think that i’m bout that
someone you are, put your cash where your mouth at
hit your girl from behind, rearin’ the fat ass
i only take bills, i do not use no cashapp
before we hit l!cks, got to find where my mask at
you a lil joke, you the kid that we laugh at
i don’t wanna f*ck, you can top off my gas cap
hand in her skirt while she l!ck up my d*mn lap
tryna find where the safe at, get all the money, replace it with fake bands
you runnin’ from me, ain’t no place where you safe at
i’m gon’ find your location, spill blood on your face, eh (yeah)
then imma drive past your funeral, laugh at your face posted up on a mural
speak with my clothes, i’m not really verbal
sh*lls on the ground, i ain’t talkin turtle (yeah)
ain’t talkin kkk, your girl ask to hang
just know i ain’t lyin’ when i tell you we banged
smokin on gas, i’m fl!ckin’ this flame
and i’m famous in my town, they knowing my name
spending my cash and i’m back to the bank
why your neck green? is it cause of that chain?
i did it for money, don’t care for the fame
all your drip frontin’, you should be ashamed (freezy)

[chorus: tinky t]
call me a plumber, your b*tch want the pipe
uber her over and f*ck her all night
they know ion freestyle, f*ck it, alright
f*cking your b*tch, f*ck it all might
she say i’m cute, i’m hot like a light
f*cked on a british b*tch, she yellin sh*te
i’m pullin the glock out, i’m too hot to fight
i know you scared of me, you filled with fright
yo girl p*ssy i’m in that (ooh)
the realest, you know i been that (ooh)
ass pics, she send that
all of the rules, you know that i bend that
you think your girl thick, but her back, she bend that
went i f*ck from behind, tell her to bend back
pull out my d*ck, i tell her to l!ck that
wanna see how it’s done? you can just sit back (tinky)

- tinky t lyrics

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