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TIMMY TURNER ft. Outrspace_Aki Lyrics
- Genre:Pop
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
On his head I put some bread, he want the beef then it's a burger
Everywhere I go I'm like a stove, I keep them burners
In my head I feel like Melly, all I think about is murder
I wish, I wish, I wish a nigga would, I'm Timmy Turner
Yeah, Choppa' on me, you imposter, I turn you to pasta
I'm too fly, gotta keep sticks on me like I'm Cosmo or Wanda
All these meds chillin' in my system, if you look around, won't see a doctor
I don't like to read, but I put a lot of money on books, try to help my partners, yeah
Yo, bitch kick it with me, do you honestly think she's really home
I might just be Doug Dimma cause she givin' "Doug Dimmadome"
My top really go poof, shootin' out the roof, you know what I'm really on
I might just crash the nebula, No driver, it's just me with poles
Me and my niggas, we really pull up when you hearin' that SKRT, bitch, you know we outside
I ain't poppin no Molly for licks, yeah I feel like a kid, like a playground, a nigga gon slide
I stay in the field with no motherfuckin' shield, touch the grass, you get killed, I put that on the guys
You can get touched like it's braille, put that red on the end of the stick, you would think I was blind
On his head I put some bread, he want the beef then it's a burger
Everywhere I go I'm like a stove, I keep them burners
In my head I feel like Melly, all I think about is murder
I wish, I wish, I wish a nigga would, I'm Timmy Turner
Rockin' my designer, and my bitch is finer
Pockets hella thick, they full of paper, like a binder
Y'all reach for my chain, you and your gang ain't no survivor
I wish, I wish, I wish that nigga would, like Timmy Turner
I'm anti, anti, anti, anti, I'm anti like Cosmo and Wanda
I get this strongarming shit like Jorgen Von Strangle, these hoes chasin me like Chip Skylark
My shiny teeth make that little bitch bite hard
If she icky, Vicky, that bitch a one-nighter
My little brody hit that Negachin from so far away, could've swore he was a sniper
We put a bag on his head like McBadBat
We got a bunch of straps just like its Baghdad
We smokin poof, you might need you a hazmat
Pourin Juandissimo into a flask
OSA in the ship, and I'm switchin' these lanes
That boy is a mark, I'm exposin' his brain
My bitch is badder than Trixie Tang
Her pussy bald just like AJ
I hit it first just like Ray J
My money long like the rules
I got a knot in my pocket like Elmer
I stick to the money like glue
I drive that little bitch crazy like Crocker
I bet she gon' strip for the blues
I drive that little bitch crazy like Crocker
And make all her wishes come true
On his head I put some bread, he want the beef then it's a burger
Everywhere I go I'm like a stove, I keep them burners
In my head I feel like Melly, all I think about is murder
I wish, I wish, I wish a nigga would, I'm Timmy Turner
Rockin' my designer, and my bitch is finer
Pockets hella thick, they full of paper, like a binder
Y'all reach for my chain, you and your gang ain't no survivor
I wish, I wish, I wish that nigga would, like Timmy Turner