You better watch out You better not cry You better put out Records D.I.Y. Cause it's not what You been and if You fuck up.... I'm tellin Tim
book your own life part six You won't play again at ABC You're gonna get ostracized like Lawrence When I tell Tim, I'm telling Tim I'm telling Tim, I'm telling Tim
I like your type And like T.I., it's whatever you like Bring your girls, just whatever the night Your man just left, I'm the plumber tonight I'll check
sounds And the way the crowd screams when I stomp the ground I'm big and black, clickety-clack And I make the train jump the track, like that I play
a-- because your thinking it's a trend Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again! You know I only say it because i'm truly genuine Don't be a
of your favorite plates (I miss you) Well, Dame told me, tell you, he's doin' well Due to the circumstances, it coulda been Bellevue But I ain't gotta tell
, just you and me) See, I'll run away, girl if you tell me that I'm just not your type Then I'm gone, bye bye baby 'Cause I wanna be with you the whole
with it, be crack hit it with the lyrical accuracy and harmony I'ma see who I ain't fuckin' with the Midwest you could try attackin' me and bombin' me I
width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents In essence count your blessings I got a Wessun if you riff I'm a nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian I'm
record I'm a star, that's bullshit What's the flavor Tim? Fuck what you heard, this rated 'R' I'm rated 'R', this is a warning Boy you can't fuck with me I'm
dawnn and I'm yawnin Natural bridge and kings highway is where I'm goin Wake up man and start blowin Gotta get those juices flowin Now I'm gonna tell
type of tic Lunatic, that's what I am that's what I said I am I'm try'n to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am It's dem boys on dem porches in air
mornin', crack of dawn and I'm yawnin' Natural bridge and Kingshighway is where I'm goin' Wake up man and start blowin' Gotta get the juices flowin' Now I'm gonna tell
Kim Tryna tell you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim Fast food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim Like why Taco Bell drive-through so damn slim I'm
young money I'm richer than I used to be I plant my seed in her garden now she root for me baby I'mma tell you truthfully I talk it and I do believe
I let loose almost anything, I love this game I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin I make too much money bitch I can't stop rappin I live the fast
's veins That I walk these dogs across this country, twice to stop the pain So, I'm handin' Tim the leash and when I do I hope you cry Now, tell these
Come up here and rub up on my thigh Bubba, won'tcha just do what I tell ya She got some good snapper Yes she do, dammit, didn't I tell you? I see you
