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patek water - toosii lyrics

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[intro]
on gang, like, b-tch, i’m really, like
i’m really gon’ turn up on this one
i’m really that n-gga though, like, for real, like
(ant chamberlain, that’s a hundred points)
i’ll, i’ll turn anything into some crazy sh-t, some nut sh-t, for real (yeah, uh)

[chorus]
new ice from my jeweler, i just got a bag, i’ma ball like jordan, yeah
and they be like, “toosii, why you got a bag and you still h–rdin’?” yeah
b-tch, my whole team got bucks, milwaukee, this just first quarter
and she be like, “why you don’t text me back?” ’cause b-tch, my patek water, uh
we slide for a slide, an eye for an eye, dope boy, so they call me a nickname
i was with johnny when i went to johnny, i hop out the jeep, let the heat bang
go back to the hood, they callin’ me tim the way that i’m givin’ ’em free game
and i got a patek, my sh-t water, your n-gga ain’t got one, he lame (yeah, uh)

[verse 1]
oppers on oppers, send him to the doctors, 40 sing like opera
yeah, i feel like biggie, don’t know who shot ya, uh, but i still’ll pop ya
my new b-tch, she white like blanca, yeah, her name veronica
he got two legs, one arm, he could bend that block, i don’t know what’s stoppin’ him
probably ’cause his homies dead and we poppin’ ’em
don’t that sound logical?
yeah, i bend the block, get shot, it ain’t optional
run game like obstacle
i been talkin’ to gang and they been tellin’ me if we let up, what the opps’d do
f-ck it, they feel too tough, then we gon’ drop a few

[chorus]
new ice from my jeweler, i just got a bag, i’ma ball like jordan, yeah
and they be like, “toosii, why you got a bag and you still h–rdin’?” yeah
b-tch, my whole team got bucks, milwaukee, this just first quarter
and she be like, “why you don’t text me back?” ’cause b-tch, my patek water, uh
we slide for a slide, an eye for an eye, dope boy, so they call me a nickname
i was with johnny when i went to johnny, i hop out the jeep, let the heat bang
go back to the hood, they callin’ me tim the way that i’m givin’ ’em free game
and i got a patek, my sh-t water, your n-gga ain’t got one, he lame

[verse 2]
2x, but a n-gga rock three chains
if we catch an opp, it’s free game
young n-gga been lit, n-gga, he fame
i ain’t worried ’bout him ’cause he sane
and my shooter insane, he’ll knock out his membranes
been fly with a kick game
but if i kick game and i hit range
when i up it, just watch how i split brains
young n-gga went shoppin’, bought six names
patek white gold, no ‘pit stains
they say he rich before fame
other rappers been cleanin’ my sh-t stains
came out of the honda accord, now i can afford to cop me a lil’ bit of wrist change
my philippe cost a brick, i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t
i remember i was worried, my risk changed

[chorus]
new ice from my jeweler, i just got a bag, i’ma ball like jordan, yeah
and they be like, “toosii, why you got a bag and you still h–rdin’?” yeah
b-tch, my whole team got bucks, milwaukee, this just first quarter
and she be like, “why you don’t text me back?” ’cause b-tch, my patek water, uh
we slide for a slide, an eye for an eye, dope boy, so they call me a nickname
i was with johnny when i went to johnny, i hop out the jeep, let the heat bang
go back to the hood, they callin’ me tim the way that i’m givin’ ’em free game
and i got a patek, my sh-t water, your n-gga ain’t got one, he lame

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