timmy turner fit guardin
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[Chorus]
I can play pretend too, bump Deja Entendu
Brand new system in my whip, like
Shawty on my dick and a .40 on my hip
No flex but the sauce just right
In my Timmy Turner fit with a blunt up on my lip
Might just steal your bitch outta spite
I'm feelin' sorta sick, might throw up on my kicks
Askin', "Who here got a light?"
[Verse 1]
But my life ain't what it seems
I make all my tracks inside my bedroom, smoking trees
Choking on the smoke, I'm tokin' potent with no ease
Off the coast of comfortable and I just scrapped my knee
Falling for another one, I bless her when she sneeze
Can I bust soliloquies? Like R.I.P to STEEZ
I've been doing fine I guess, just rollin' with the breeze
And some commas in my bank account don't mattеr much to me
[Bridge]
I can play pretend too, bump Dеja Entendu
Brand new system in my whip, like
Shawty on my dick and a .40 on my hip
No flex but the sauce just right
In my Timmy Turner fit with a blunt up on my lip
Might just steal your bitch outta spite
I'm feelin' sorta sick, might throw up on my kicks
Askin', "Who here got a light?"
I can play pretend too, bump Deja Entendu
Brand new system in my whip, like
Shawty on my dick and a .40 on my hip
No flex but the sauce just right
In my Timmy Turner fit with a blunt up on my lip
Might just steal your bitch outta spite
I'm feelin' sorta sick, might throw up on my kicks
Askin', "Who here got a light?"
[Verse 1]
But my life ain't what it seems
I make all my tracks inside my bedroom, smoking trees
Choking on the smoke, I'm tokin' potent with no ease
Off the coast of comfortable and I just scrapped my knee
Falling for another one, I bless her when she sneeze
Can I bust soliloquies? Like R.I.P to STEEZ
I've been doing fine I guess, just rollin' with the breeze
And some commas in my bank account don't mattеr much to me
[Bridge]
I can play pretend too, bump Dеja Entendu
Brand new system in my whip, like
Shawty on my dick and a .40 on my hip
No flex but the sauce just right
In my Timmy Turner fit with a blunt up on my lip
Might just steal your bitch outta spite
I'm feelin' sorta sick, might throw up on my kicks
Askin', "Who here got a light?"
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