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timo - buttons lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah (uh+huh)
b+ttons, b+ttons (yeah, yeah)
b+ttons (yeah, yeah)
i really got the whole f+cking city on them b+tches, n+gga (no cap, n+gga)
yeah, b+ttons, b+ttons, b+ttons (hit a n+gga with them b+ttons, n+gga)
glock, switch, b+ttons (yeah, yeah)
b+ttons, b+ttons, b+ttons (i press b+ttons)
glock, switch, b+ttons (i hit the b+tton)
b+ttons, b+ttons, b+ttons (glock, switch, b+ttons, yeah)

[verse 1]
all of my glocks customs (no cap), ’cause i switch b+ttons (b+ttons)
we’ll get to bussing, glock get to stuttering (boaw+boaw+boaw)
make the scene ugly (ugly), everybody running (b+tton)
why his handgun shoot so fast? ’cause he got a b+tton (go, go, go, go)
hundred shots, got they block (b+ttons, b+ttons, b+ttons)
then it hit the whole crowd, this b+tch ain’t even stop (ain’t stop)
you know you ain’t doing no stepping, boy, your switch a [?] (it rock)
i put that on my son life, all of them b+ttons hot (b+ttons, b+ttons, b+ttons)
hit that b+tton on opps (yeah, yeah), and i ain’t going in ’til a body drop (no cap)
one of my opps get a [?] b+tton, i ain’t gon’ put him out (b+ttons, b+ttons, b+ttons)
b+tton, glocks, bl!ck him down (b+ttons, b+ttons, b+ttons)

[bridge]
no cap, n+gga
you know we love them motherf+cking b+ttons, man (yeah, we love them b+ttons, man)
yeah, no cap, n+gga
watch this (glock, switches, b+ttons, it get ugly)
i make the glock stutter
[verse 2]
this b+tton got the glock [?] like this b+tch hot (b+ttons, b+ttons, b+ttons)
hit this lil’ b+tton, make you do the cha+cha (yeah, yeah, hit this b+tton)
he was just woofing, now his ass dead hot (yeah, hit this b+tton)
i know a rapper dissed thirty, now he za (no cap)
tired of looking for you, put this b+tton on your mom (b+ttons, b+ttons, no cap)
he tough on the ‘net, quiet as h+ll in the county (yeah, yeah, yeah)
hit this b+tton, make a n+gga [?] (i really hit this b+tton)

[outro]
hit this b+tton, make a n+gga [?]
know we hit them, put it on your mother
tired of looking for you, make my glock stutter (yeah)
make my glock stutter, make the glock stutter (boaw+boaw)
put this glock on you, make the glock stutter (yeah)
we really be playing with them b+ttons, n+gga (uh, uh, uh, ayy)
put this glock on you, make the glock stutter
i press the b+tton, i press the b+tton

- timo lyrics

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