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timbo finna - windows tinted lyrics

riding through the city, i got my n+gga chipping
choeffering the benz and the window side is tinted
floating on her kisses, cup promethazine
i feel like i’m dissing
opps around so “shh” be quiet
roll the window down and let the chopper clip him
spray his door till it pop off the hinges
this is matrix, keep your windows tinted
i can’t leave no witnesses
puffing on the elements
ocb and oxy k!ll my ocd
he’s waiting for the day i serve his company
i’m in his head like headaches
a cop gon be a opp because they’ll always stay the opposite
overdrive
rolling windows tinted when we slide upside
talking in future not in the past tense
i’m on cruise control, f+ck a seatbelt
i sit in the middle and roll up a little something in the car
like i’m pimping
sit on my ass and make money, am i lucky or a hustla’

finna cut it up and serve it to ya’
you should consider going the easy way’
you got a louis wallet with no money in it, you should stack your plate
call yourself a gangsta let me seal your fate

you say you’re a murderer
i murderer ya
murder p+ssy, murder cake and murder anybody
murder anyone who disrespect
i scan the opposition
c+ck and lock it, then unload the sprinter
i ain’t even have to do it on my own but i will
spray up in it leaving splinters
if you gon beat me n+gga, do it right
in your sleep sleeparalaysis
you’ll feel me
i’m coming back like a cleaning service (argh)

i was thinking ‘bout buying a raffica (rah rahh)
my dawg gon need protection if they’re acting up
yeah i told my dawg about it and he laughed it off (hah hahh)
we can solve the cube without a massacre
you can’t hang around me if you get paranoid
if you call me handsome i might hand you some
quit the acting taste my ++++ behind the camera (taste my ahh)
stop the traffic while i serve a little washing up (wah wahh)
airing out his porch while in the parking lot
rolling up the window and i leave the plot
couldn’t drive alone, i keep a bonnie bond
straight outta the top i’m finna pound it down (gang)
big guala boyz
i’m not a fan of how you mimic, how you mimic dawg
i stick to icking the sticky like ricky
i really bl!ck it and bang it, hit it, i’m irrefl!cking
i drip it down after i’ve been dealing business
yeah i’m gucci, yeah i’m boolin, yeah i’m chillin
booliaga stash a brick like the sixties after l!cking
move it from the gutter to the city, from the gutter to the city with a key in it
all these beats, i’ve been getting picky with it
i’ve been styling, no critics even criticize me
don’t pay no mind to it cus i’m mostly busy
if i give you time, you a lucky b or probably up for business
30 more and we’ll deliver
shawty so petite, know i like them itty bitty titties
lock your jaws around my pickle, no t++th, let the lips hit it
l!ck it down till the lips icking, aching
mdma champagne looking
hold herself, nah shorty couldn’t
shorty slime

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