TIMBS ON Lyrics – Cam300

TIMBS ON Lyrics by Cam300

Yo
Yuh
Th- th- they won’t ever catch me slackin’
I don’t lack when i got timbs on

Thick b#tches call me daddy
I’ma big boss like rick ross
She gotta fatass like rick ross
Step up, get criss crossed

I ain’t scary of nobody
I’ma man and i got big balls
Ay, these fellas talkin’ down
And on they head i put a red dot

I’ma send they #ss to shiva
Air this b#tch out i don’t mess ’round
Ain’t no dancin’ ain’t a disco
Makin’ sure that i’ma hit y’all

I’m stompin on they head
I’m makin’ sure i keep my timbs on
I’m makin’ sure i keep my trees on me
No not the weed homie

I’m talkin’ nathan swartz swag
Now the nypd
On my #ss cuz i was stompin’ b#tches out with my boots
Like a dentist i’ma have to tell y’all f#ckers ’bout my roots

I’m from the boons and i moved out to the blues
I was homeless couple months and i ain’t had nothin’ to lose
My daddy beat a crackhead down outside the hotel room
Inherit that sh#t from him

I never leave the house without the f#ckin’ boots
If a p#ss# wanna talk then we gon’ pull up with the wheats
We gon’ put him on tv when we see em’ in the streets
Them plus shapes on his face

That tree sign in his brain
They said be careful ’round here but i told em’
Th- th- they won’t ever catch me slackin’
I don’t lack when i got timbs on

Thick b#tches call me daddy
I’ma big boss like rick ross
Gotta fatass like rick ross
Step up, get criss crossed

I ain’t scary of nobody
I’ma man and i got big balls
Ay, these fellas talkin’ down
And on they head i put a red dot

I’ma send they #ss to shiva
Air this b#tch out i don’t mess ’round
Ain’t no dancin’ ain’t a disco
Makin’ sure that i’ma hit y’all

I’m stompin on they head
I’m makin’ sure i keep my timbs on
W-we gon’ stomp a n#gg# out
You gon’ hear the timbs when we walkin’ in yo house

We come stompin’ in yo house
Thats all that we about
You better tip-toe when you walk into my town
I’ma big bodied n#gg#

Yeah you know i got some big balls
Shawty fiendin’ for the dick
Then you know that she a big hoe
And if that’s the case then i’m lucky i don’t get hoes

No i’m not a stripper but i might cop me a big pole
I can only smell the cap
’cause i gotta big nose
W-when you walkin’ in my city better tip-toe

If you see me in the street i got my timbs on
If they ever try to catch me lackin’ i’ma tell em’
Th- th- they won’t ever catch me slackin’
I don’t lack when i got timbs on

Thick b#tches call me daddy
I’ma big boss like rick ross
Gotta fatass like rick ross
Step up, get criss crossed

I ain’t scary of nobody
I’ma man and i got big balls
Ay, these fellas talkin’ down
And on they head i put a red dot

I’ma send they #ss to shiva
Air this b#tch out i don’t mess ’round
Ain’t no dancin’ ain’t a disco
Makin’ sure that i’ma hit y’all

I’m stompin on they head
I’m makin’ sure i keep my timbs on
Yeah it’s jeans with the wheats on
Stomp a n#gg# out til’ his motherf#ckin’ teeth gone

And sippin’ on that henny he gon’ need a straw
And when i’m in the lab i don’t a pick up calls
Blowin’ up my phone she want the d she havin’ withdrawls
n#gg#s dyin’ young i don’t got long

Steppin’ the rain, yeah you know i got my timbs on
f#ckin’ up my only pair i don’t give a f#ck
I gotta get a bag, i gotta run it up
Cause’ i done had enough

n#gg# talkin’ sh#t then we gon’ shut him up
Down bad on my dick i had to run it up
Drop my balls and be a man
Said he bout’ to slide man you know i got a plan

Th- th- they won’t ever catch me slackin’
I don’t lack when i got timbs on
Thick b#tches call me daddy
I’ma big boss like rick ross

Gotta fatass like rick ross
Step up, get criss crossed
I ain’t scary of nobody
I’ma man and i got big balls

Ay, these fellas talkin’ down
And on they head i put a red dot
I’ma send they #ss to shiva
Air this b#tch out i don’t mess ’round

Ain’t no dancin’ ain’t a disco
Makin’ sure that i’ma hit y’all
I’m stompin on they head
I’m makin’ sure i keep my timbs on
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Cam300 Lyrics – TIMBS ON

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TIMBS ON