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envy me (remix) - wuntayk timmy lyrics

[intro]
now i lay me down to sleep
i can’t sleep i’m counting sheep
yeah yeah, rest when i’m rich, tayk
(wuntayk timmy)

[verse 1]
he got caught up in these streets, that boy was young like nba
but he owed to many people, know this game gets really evil
i’m with the gang, i’m with the squad, what is you thinking?
what am i saying, you know who we are, you couldn’t have been thinking
i know they gon’ hate me, f*ck it i might as well give ’em a reason
i just had a ménage, but told her i’m tired cause i ain’t been sleeping
but it feel like i’m dreaming, i got two of ’em freaking
one of ’em light, one of ’em dark, it feel like i’m winking
i wore a rubber, so i ain’t touch ’em, so it ain’t cheating
that’s my story and i’m sticking to it, they asked me for it now i’m finna do it
no crash in the course, a n*gga went through it, passing them boys in a turned up buick
knowing they waiting on the the signal to do it, we live in the hood, they zimmerman to us
all of that said, i did pretty good n*gga, i swear that james was a good n*gga
can’t let no new n*gga beside me, they wishy washy, i wish he would n*gga
on the posse, what would you do for the schlotzsky, i was just watching it cook like hibachi, now i might pop up on n*ggas, itachi
that’s how they watch me anyways
any way my n*ggas need me they got me
i don’t really know how these n*ggas ain’t spot me, knowing they ate off a n*gga like n*z*s
she said “baby, i love you inside me,” that p*ssy it feels like huaraches
that cookie it feels like tarajis, and i’m tyrese on her
leave and grab the car keys on her, n*ggas wearing shock g on ’em
cut ’em off, mach 3 on ’em, it taught me to not lean on ’em
wide eyed, visine, with a chopper, shout out to philly
when we pull up we ain’t popping no wheelies
n*gga, get up out yo’ feelings, they just found el chapo guilty
i hope that don’t stop yo’ dealings, they f*cking with me and i’m like “oh, really?”
i been told ’em my flow illy, i should’ve featured on no ceilings
i could lease up out your building, that’s for everywhere i take my piece
smith & wesson’s like my next door neighbour cause they stay by me
i should have a combination lock cause thats how safe i be
that’s how safe i move, i make my moves and make my peace
i just called my b*tch another b*tch and i ain’t say sorry
my new b*tch, she french but we don’t kiss, i told her c’est la vie, that’s life
i’m chasing money, fighters sleep, your beef just ain’t my beef
put this sh*t to use, these streets produced me like they make my beats
if this is a real n*gga party, too many fake i.d’s
and i would like to give you my heart, but baby this ain’t ig
i’m starting to feel like one of my daughters gotta be laila ali
they say i’m the greatest, i ain’t muhammad, these n*ggas can’t box me, haha, yeah
broke b*tch wanna facetime me, thats a poor connection though
you gotta be more professional, so far i’m connected though
that’s sectionals, i’m special hoe
blinded by depression, though these diamonds on my neck are so icy i’m an eskimo, in lesser clothes i’m extra cold, like my b*tch she elsa cold, like my b*tches nekket though
treat her like a vegetable and eat her, god bless the growth
patience gets rewards, constipation, this sh*t hard
i’m with the gang, i’m with the squad, watching the game, bang with bron
been with through the rain, been through the fire, f*ck all the fame, i’m not a star, somebody lied
thank god i’m alive cause somebody died
they overtake mine, hope somebody ride
i’m loyal, it should never come by surprise
that i’m with the gang, i’m with the squad, what was you thinking
what am i saying, you know who we are, you couldn’t have been thinking
you know it’s the clan, extended my hand on some fge sh*t
it’s get rich or die, was already fly, i figured i’d wing it
hold up, what you want, flats or drums?
where you want ’em to get your casket from?
heard ’em say he was matching up, that’s stupid cap, like a half a trunk
squares in your circle, cap’n crunch
no joke, don’t want no smoke, man these n*ggas better ash the blunt
i swear i’m only ’bout to answer once
i’ll take your b*tch and f*ck her ’till she’s sound asleep
yeah, she gave me her soul to keep, yeah, wake this b*tch up out her sleep (ayy b*tch get up)
leave or help me count this cheese
bet not mention sh*t you see, yeah, hold up, matter of fact, sign this nda
my hand tatted like mvp, if i shoot you’ll see just what i mean
wuntayk

- wuntayk timmy lyrics

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