Tiimmy Turner

Lyrics "Tiimmy Turner"

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brrrrraght
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Vador)
Little Timmy Turner
Git, git, git, git

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He been wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He know that his soul in the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie wilin', she fuckin' on BET, wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
You know that her soul in the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He know that his soul in the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie wilin', she fuckin' on BET, wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
You know that her soul in the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
[Verse 1]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
Young boy walkin', wishin' for a burner
Four, five, six, ten ratchets on 'em
Ten niggas with them chains clappin' on 'em
Dead niggas with 'em, dead niggas, get 'em
Four-five's with 'em, four-five's hit 'em
You talk money, young niggas with 'em
Young niggas get 'em, ballooning, ballooning, ballooning
I fell in love with the Ruger
I been in love with my jewelery
I been in love with the mula
Banana clips going through ya
I buy them all, I buy them all, I buy them all

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He know that his soul in the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie wilin', she fuckin' on BET, wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
You know that her soul in the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He know that his soul in the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie wilin', she fuckin' on BET, wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
You know that her soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner

[Verse 2]
Timmy (Git, git, git) Timmy Turner (Git, git, git)
Gettin' lit like a burner
Young nigga movin', he chemical farmer
You gettin' hit nigga, live with the honor
Chopper moving, nigga both wanna
You get hit down at Four Summers
I got niggas from the debt to winnin'
Chopper poof, nigga poor to winnin'
You be choked out, go on and get it
Hit a nigga, 'bout to roll the semi
'Bout to blow again
Feelings all about Xan
Pockets all about women
All of them winnin'

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He know th

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