Lyrics Timmy Turner Tryna Tip Toe Around Miami Thugs - Cole Myer
I'm
gonna
call
Ro
I'm
with
Tony
Montana
and
Timmy
Turner
tryna
tip
toe
around
Miami
thugs,
Miami
drugs,
and
yo
baby
mama's
must
I
got
a
shy
bladder,
I
can't
take
a
drug
test,
can't
pee
in
a
cup
I
don't
think
a
labels
taking
chances
with
me
cause
I'm
off
the
cuff
Buddy's
never
had
a
woman,
asked
him
what
he
want,
some
butt?
Told
her,
"You're
my
lady
squirrel,
its
hibernation,
time
for
nut"
I
ain't
talking
Oprah
cause
K-Dot
hates
Andrew
Schultz
Take
a
stand
for
myself,
now
lets
revolt
Like
architecture,
aging
and
collapsing
all
around
the
map
All
the
funny
dudes
hit
me
up
they
say
they
like
the
sack
rap
We
call
it
fruit
loop,
curl
it
up
and
eat
it
like
a
snack
wrap
I
need
a
TV
show,
I'm
famous
off
a
hashtag
I
told
the
frats
run
it
up
like
we
Kap
Sag
C-A-P
S-A-G,
pants
on
fire
when
you
lie
to
me,
that's
what
I
like
to
see
She
said
I've
been
tryna
hit
you
up
but
you've
been
hard
to
reach
You
gotta
make
it
worth
my
time
like
how
the
hell
you
gon'
compete
You
said
you
want
it
rough
and
I
got
you
saying
geez
But
I'm
still
not
enough,
baby,
you
must
want
a
knee
Heard
about
another
man,
he's
got
a
whole
block
of
cheese
I
got
something
that's
gon'
cost
you
lots
of
money
it
ain't
cheap
I've
been
fucking
lots
of
women
cause
my
brother
wants
a
niece
Double
standard,
if
she
getting
rammed
she
wants
an
STD
I'm
a
C-section,
I
praise
a
woman
that's
gon'
have
my
baby
I
took
a
Dora
out
to
Cava,
we
got
pitas,
went
to
OG
for
some
pasta
but
her
roots
run
deep
like
an
anaconda
The
only
thing
she
wanna
eat
is
Chalupas
and
Enchiladas
Without
Tinder
these
days
I
gotta
phone
book
the
roster
I
am
not
a
human
I
came
from
a
flying
saucer
Every
time
you
vent
to
me
you
sus
me
out,
you're
imposter
I'm
Eminem,
I
need
a
woman
that's
gon'
sing
to
make
a
monster
I
ain't
faking
like
I'm
hard,
your
ears
are
just
filled
with
dirt
Power
in
my
voice
could
make
a
four
wheel
driver
hit
the
curb
I
spend
years
tryna
make
it
work,
they
said
it's
not
deserved
I
asked
god,
"Can
we
make
it
work?",
I
asked
you,
"Who
you
serve?"
When
I
die
don't
put
me
in
an
urn,
throw
me
to
the
earth
I
skank
piss
Peter
Pan
for
potty
mouthing
public
servants
Bad
mouth
my
name
I
scrub
yo
tongue
with
toothbrush
and
detergent
You
ain't
itch
my
skin
you
just
tickled
it,
the
beefs
not
earned
yet
I'm
tryna
bring
the
peace,
who's
gotta
be
put
in
check?

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