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tim hawkins - gonna have a boy lyrics

bay bay wussup mane?
wuddup juicy?
wiz wussup?
project pat wussup?
taylor gang in this b-tch

we”re pourin’ drinks in the club, smell the weed when we coming in
we ain”t worried bout the game ‘cus we running it
got a joint, with a bottle in my other hand
b-tches love me, n-gg-s hatin’ on me ‘cus i got cash in a rubberband
i got cash in a rubberband
i got cash in a rubberband
i got cash in a rubberband

commas after commas, if it”s money i”m comin’
i got bands, mister drummin’ f–k the hoes that you lovin’
designer’s that’s nothing, private jet, man that’s stuntin’
you never did this sh-t so my n-gg-s start frontin’
last lady with me, she ain”t even legal
i let er drive the benz cuz she match my ego
derek jeter set, i’m ballin’ like rollin’
catchin’ wind with the top down, i feel like i’m ballin’
money don”t bend, zeros don”t end
all this money that i’m stackin’ in, i done setting a trend
still owning that real sh-t, you rap n-gg-s are gon’ kill sh-t
hunned bands, throw it in the club
don”t give a sh-t cus i”m still rich

i got 20, 000 ones in my britches-s-s
i’m’ma f–k the throw, all this only b-tches is
you n-gg-s life savin’, one night you spending this
shawty -ss killin, she ain”t leavin’ no witnesses
we throwin’ money all night, we ain”t running now
on my juicy j swag n-gg- and i”m showin ‘out
molly in yo girl -ss and my d-ck in her mouth
if she don’t finish all her food i ain”t pullin’ out
rubberband bang bro, choppas that a blow a ho
bigger than a hoola hoop through your residential door
blowin’ presidential smoke
this that cali buzz
man plus we makin’ g”s and getting our d-cks sucked

- tim hawkins lyrics

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