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cole myer - timmy turner tryna tip toe around miami thugs lyrics

i’m gonna call ro

i’m with tony montana and timmy turner tryna tip toe around miami thugs, miami drugs, and yo baby mama’s must
i got a shy bladder, i can’t take a drug test, can’t pee in a cup
i don’t think a labels taking chances with me cause i’m off the cuff
buddy’s never had a woman, asked him what he want, some b+tt?
told her, “you’re my lady squirrel, its hibernation, time for nut”
i ain’t talking oprah cause k+dot hates andrew schultz
take a stand for myself, now lets revolt

like architecture, aging and collapsing all around the map
all the funny dudes hit me up they say they like the sack rap
we call it fruit loop, curl it up and eat it like a snack wrap
i need a tv show, i’m famous off a hashtag
i told the frats run it up like we kap sag
c+a+p s+a+g, pants on fire when you lie to me, that’s what i like to see
she said i’ve been tryna hit you up but you’ve been hard to reach
you gotta make it worth my time like how the h+ll you gon’ compete
you said you want it rough and i got you saying geez
but i’m still not enough, baby, you must want a knee
heard about another man, he’s got a whole block of cheese
i got something that’s gon’ cost you lots of money it ain’t cheap
i’ve been f+cking lots of women cause my brother wants a niece
double standard, if she getting rammed she wants an std
i’m a c+section, i praise a woman that’s gon’ have my baby
i took a dora out to cava, we got pitas, went to og for some pasta but her roots run deep like an anaconda
the only thing she wanna eat is chalupas and enchiladas
without tinder these days i gotta phone book the roster
i am not a human i came from a flying saucer
every time you vent to me you sus me out, you’re imposter
i’m eminem, i need a woman that’s gon’ sing to make a monster
i ain’t faking like i’m hard, your ears are just filled with dirt
power in my voice could make a four wheel driver hit the curb
i spend years tryna make it work, they said it’s not deserved
i asked god, “can we make it work?”, i asked you, “who you serve?”
when i die don’t put me in an urn, throw me to the earth

i sk+nk p+ss peter pan for potty mouthing public servants
bad mouth my name i scrub yo tongue with toothbrush and detergent
you ain’t itch my skin you just tickled it, the beefs not earned yet
i’m tryna bring the peace, who’s gotta be put in check?

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