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timbo finna - butchery lyrics

yeah my boo the baddest, big stick, no bamboo
call my goons if i wanna scatter, deep wounds
twirl the room like a tycoon, so make room
uppercut like tyson, need one take, but i take two
operating silent like a sneak move
gotta cut the grass to see the snake’s moves
i came through and made four more after flipping two
change the rules
change the route, finna pull the roots
on a journey how i took her through
spoil her down, buy expensive shoes
she ain’t not the same she was a year ago, she like sucking me compared to sucking you
you a sucker dude
she a sinner now, prolly saint tomorrow when i snook her pool
8 ball stay true to me, yea i charge the cue
stand my ground but i hate a line and discard a que
talking codes, they ain’t got a clue
one shot, headshot, last option, no choice, move right, push through
wingspan like an albatross but her mouth wide like a seagull
(like a pelican)
(wooh) sheesh

i got a wishlist
mclauren with a mag 7
moncler with a mac 10 & extended clip in the back end
wheels hot (pdy)
we geeked up, we booted up the teacup (mask off)
no hotwheels, we race off grand prix huh (no mask on)
store it off, stash and hide off a brick (huh)
hold it down
pounds on pounds
pound the ground like a chimpanzee
quarter pound, no mcd
s to v equal 223 like a smith&wesson with a std
keep a little heater, hammer in my seat for my safety; that’s pretty neat
like my b petite with c notes instead of double d’s
shawty fine, she is on fleek, tiny elite
my rhymes hot, like juice leaks
toe to toe with the elders and the og’s, i’ll be toe in
david blaine how i shape to win, i’m morphing
sipping soda with the morphine, i’m leaking
yeah i’m lighting up like a f+cking flare
chillin with my dawg, he’s a bear
so severe
hold the scale
gram it for me, fold the mail
throwin’ darts better hit the middle
aim high better make a mill
pour another wanna refill
roll another, wanna smoke k!ll
pull it off, beat the odds, heat it up
27 we be glorious
cautious here is a warning, there is a war in us
everything’s sparring up, turn to dust
f+ck a roach better roll another and i cook the crust, heat it up
honestly i’ve had enough

- timbo finna lyrics

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