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TIMBER LAKE
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Yung Craka
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(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Press one b***on, now the roof gone These dudes be b*t*hes like Mulan Gettin' more bread than a crouton I'm swimming in the pu**y like Dewgong My b*t*h be hotter than Tucson Still rich, but I'm f**king on futons Strap stay with me like it's glued on Just seen your b*t*h sellin' pu**y on Groupon I'm fresh to death but I'm wildin' I tell the b*t*h to be quiet I keep my cell phone on silent for when the hoes send pics of they privates Sh*t, we're doin' drugs like it's the 80's Me and Craka, Crispy like The A-Team Why your mama wanna have my babies? 'Cause I'm bringing sexy back like J.T. (Woo!) I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-ooh) Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-ooh) She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-ooh) Your b*t*h hit me up, man, you gettin' played I done curved more b*t*hes than a squat rack Feel like Jeff Gordon, I'm on track Lost a couple M's, Imma make it right back She wan' f**k, gotta hit her with a contract Yeah, she got the thighs like Mewtwo but a face like Drowzee Imma pa** on that hoe like Rowley Imma still go and get me that mouth-y Hit it once, now it got me feeling lowsy Ugh, tryna stimulate the census, f**k her five times Enough money to last a couple lifetimes F**king b*t*hes while I'm filming in my downtime I'm all up in her guts, feeling like an enzyme Ay, ay, that pu**y bald, Imma Make-A-Wish Ay, these boys are starving, come and grab a dish Ay, you already know that my b*t*h is bad Me and yo' mama, go picture that B*t*h, look at me, I'm your richer dad Ay, throw it back, make it clap, throw it back Throw it back, make it clap, throw it back I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-ooh) Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-ooh) She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-ooh) Your b*t*h hit me up, man, you gettin' played Yuh, I made a bag off the net like iCarly Off the top I spit, I'm Jeff Hardy Play girls like Barbies Got white boys talking like "Dude, gnarly" Back inside this b*t*h, I never left though She gon' suck my d**k, until she strep throat Right inside your b*t*h, and then I left though Said I'm gon' be broke, you wanna bet though? Get, get, get, get along Just pa**ed third base, now we headed home Like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on Imma do the deed like I'm Doug Dimmadome Make another hit, reloading Give your girl the Heimlich, she choking Said I loved the b*t*h, I'm joking Tell me why I just started stroking? (What the f**k?) Ay, you already know that my b*t*h is bad Me and yo' mama, go picture that B*t*h, look at me, I'm your richer dad Ay, throw it back, make it clap, throw it back Throw it back, make it clap, throw it back I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-ooh) Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-ooh) She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-ooh) Your b*t*h hit me up, man, you gettin' played
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