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timmy turner - zeetee lyrics

[intro]
it’s mocarchy
kazza
aye bando base that sh*t for me bro
man, i had to build my wall to protect myself, b*tch, i’m donald trump
b*tch, i’m donald ****

[verse 1]
really come from nothin’ to somethin’, still in the hood
we was robbin’ ’cah we seen a lot
[?] had to put grub in the mud, for real (for real)
man, i had to get filthy bands from a dirty rock
wickets on me on a central line
f*ck what they think ’cause i ain’t comin’ to shop (i ain’t comin’ to shop)
’cause half an hour ago
bro i got a call talkin’ ’bout two packets of soft
born in the ground had to get funds
but i spun that block like a couple of times
i need more lines, nines
money on my mind
bro i don’t sleep, i grind
still from the trench where the sh*t gets ments
had to fix this span on my line (ayy, fix that one)
and thesе n*ggas never gave mе none
so i don’t give a f*ck what them n*ggas feel like (i don’t give no f*cks)
and who said the bando’s nice? (who?)
but i’m there as long as the paper’s right
hear a weird noise, man, i peep through the window
i need a key hole, now i’m playin’ i spy (who’s that?)
sk’s bro, he’ll slide for me
don’t get it twist, i’ll slide for him back (that’s bro)
dinger wheels or peds to go
either way tf, where we flyin’ a pack?
[chorus]
i’m with timmy
timmy turner, so when i get rich, i designer my kicks
for now bro, i’m ’round town makin’ pounds
i don’t know ’bout lines, the pan that gets flinged
or*or*or i’m in ends tryna make me a flip
’cause i gotta get it
and it’s the way that it is
barber came fresh out the tent with a pack of the ments
that’s the first time i seen—

[verse 2]
with the samurai, my little bro come like jack (that’s bro)
but on the strip, bro, i’m really jacked
got white on my skin, but it’s boosie
call me michael, the way i dance with packs
and j ain’t ever had my back
but, they ain’t got it all up in the spine, it’s cracked
only twenty*two, but i’m feelin’ old
bando basin’, it gave me a bad back
i was only a ting sleepin’ in them sofas
and not comin’ home until the pack was flat
been through a lot, but i was born a soldier
saw certain things they wouldn’t understand
he was callin’ my phone, tellin’ me that i fell off
he don’t know i’m gonna be the richest man
i’ma prove them wrong, but it’s all about timin’
so, i know that i gotta stick to the plan
so, f*ck what they say ’cause i don’t give two f*cks
i was feelin’ stuck
but ever since broski left
it’s like i don’t feel no love and it’s been five years
all now man, it’s tough
i weren’t never born like drizzy, so i can’t stay in my feelin’s
bro, i gotta pellet the stuff
and the streets been cruel
man, i had to build my wall to protect myself, b*tch, i’m donald trump
[chorus]
i’m with timmy
timmy turner, so when i get rich, i designer my kicks
for now bro, i’m ’round town makin’ pounds
i don’t know ’bout lines, the pan that gets flinged
or*or*or i’m in ends tryna make me a flip
’cause i gotta get it
and it’s the way that it is
barber came fresh out the tent with a pack of the ments
that’s the first time i seen green get a trim
i’m with timmy
timmy turner, so when i get rich, i designer my kicks
for now bro, i’m ’round town makin’ pounds
i don’t know ’bout lines, the pan that gets flinged
or*or*or i’m in ends tryna make me a flip
’cause i gotta get it
and it’s the way that it is
barber came fresh out the tent with a pack of the ments
that’s the first time i seen green get a trim (pack it down)

[outro]
in ends tryna make me a flip
in*in*in*in ends tryna make me a flip
in ends try—
ayy, go back a little bit as well

- zeetee lyrics

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