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lul timm - heard bout timmy lyrics

[intro]
aye coby, you going too crazy
t+black
alex made this beat

[chorus]
gotta wash my hands after i count
n+gga, you know this money filthy
and why them n+ggas on the other side acting like they don’t wanna get busy
no we don’t shoot out cars
jump out and step on one
know they heard ’bout timmy (jump out and step on one)
i’m in the a popping sh+t like who the f+ck done banned me from the city? (popping sh+t, yeah)
i’ll pull up with shooters and move a n+gga
sliding out 3, ‘bout expeditiously (know i’m sliding)
no we don’t beef on computers
f+ck a typo, i’m tryna leave somethin’ missing
f+ck ’round, crash
i’ll spank the jeweler
my diamond’s moissanite, i’m flipping (i’m flipping)
these broke ass n+ggas gettin’ ridiculous
my n+ggas having motion in prison
they know i’m up
somebody laughing
can’t speak on that (shhh)
they know i’m tripping
5%, i’m bendin’
i don’t like n+ggas ‘hind me when i’m spinning, huh? (huh?)
[verse]
she know i spend sh+t
them n+ggas stingy, ’cause they ain’t used to winning
them n+ggas off the other side can’t even show a 20, (huh?) huh?
that’s a light
they f+ck me, love
n+gga call that penny pitchin’
walked out of [?] with a hunid on my wrist look like 60
the 50th flo with another n+gga b+tch (yeah)
yeah aight (aight)
thousand dollar room, f+ck ya good, but i ain’t staying the night (uh, huh)
the money keep calling bae, i can’t lay up
i got to catch this flight (i gotta go)
send that money through the cleaner
know i’ma flip it right

[chorus]
gotta wash my hands after i count
n+gga, you know this money filthy
and why them n+ggas on the other side acting like they don’t wanna get busy (they don’t wanna get busy)
no we don’t shoot out cars
jump out and step on one
know they heard ’bout timmy
i’m in the a popping sh+t like who the f+ck done banned me from the city?
i’ll pull up with shooters and move a n+gga
sliding out, 3 ’bout expeditious
no we don’t beef on computers
f+ck a typo, i’m tryna leave something missing (something missing)
f+ck ’round, crash
i’ll spank the jeweler
my diamond’s moissanite, i’m flipping
these broke ass n+ggas gettin’ ridiculous
my n+ggas having motion in prison
they know i’m up
somebody laughing (i’m up one n+gga)
can’t speak on that (shhh)
they know i’m tripping
5%, i’m bendin’ (’bout 4)
i don’t like n+ggas ‘hind me when i’m spinning, huh? (huh?) (’bout 5, ’bout 6)

- lul timm lyrics

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