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timo - sh*t talkin' lyrics

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[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
oh he just got off that road, b#tch come over here
i been takin’ n#ggas’ sh#t the whole year
i ain’t caught a body in like a whole year
b#tch keep talkin’ bout the opps, hoe get out my ear
popped out with all this ice, now his jewelry missin’
catch dawgie lackin’ on the 6, you out your jurisdiction
i just poured me up two 3’s, yeah that’s 26
f#ck around and up the score ’cause this toolie missin’
[?] once i pop, and we came back and finished
hit ’em with that blow dryer and then we came back and rinsed ’em
i’m really out here in the field i ain’t no rapper n#gga
you think it’s human trafficking how we sn#tchin’ n#ggas (up)

[verse 2: timo]
designer’d down and we got them bl!cks
400 for this plain ass hoodie, n#gga this ain’t sh#t
gucci socks, gucci shoes, one thousand for some kicks
purple jeans i wear ’em one time n#gga and that’s it
we just got your lo#lo, why you think you sl!ck?
catch you lackin’, lil’ bro bail out, hit ’em in his sh#t
you don’t see us with lil’ shh no more ’cause he a snitch
fire your sh#t up on the e#way leave you in a ditch (uhhh)
she keep on scratchin’ think she need a fix (huhhh)
i f#ck her off the perc and she can’t take the d#ck (huhhh)
told the driver, he pull over, and this ain’t my sh#t
we ain’t worried ’bout the d#cks, posted with this big ass switch
i hit up vezzo like big bro how you gon’ come on this?
n#ggas not gon’ send no shots they make rap songs and diss
‘member n#ggas used to be like he can’t rap for sh#t
all he do is diss his opps that n#gga ain’t on sh#t (huhhh)
now the same n#ggas on my d#ck
ain’t no cappin’ in my rap n#gga i been fresh as sh#t
i really took that n#gga pipe and f#cked both of his sisters
all these n#ggas got something in common, we’ll take they sh#t (huhhh)
n#ggas not like that, they don’t be takin’ risks
f#ck this rap sh#t, jump off stage and kick you in your sh#t
f#ck this rap sh#t you get k!lled tryna make a diss
the opps backdoorin’ a opp they still cool and sh#t
catch your ass lackin’ n#gga and that’s it
your ass dead it’s like your dumbass really ain’t exist
catch a n#gga in the alley tryna take a p#ss
catch a rapper at the stu’ ain’t get to drop his diss (huhhh)
[?] n#gga you know we lit (huhhh)
draco on me n#gga i’m on some army sh#t (huhhh)
find out who k!lled your homie and go get your l!ck (huhhh)
you know we still posted with them f#ckin’ bl!cks (huhhh)



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