paroles de chanson Tim Taylor - Conrad Bradley

(Yeah)
(Stop fuckin Playin wit me Dawg)
(Look)

Talkin out ya ass got ya breath hell of a shitty
9/50 all cap you ain't fitted
Boy I'm finally act UNUSUAL
(Yeah)
Big dick got a 50 on the sticky shoot a flick wit ya bitty
Boy You mad as USUAL
(Yeah)
Twin 15s stay clean like the Mowry house
2 bad bitches in a tree ima turn them out
Spanish freak spicy when she speak like to burn her mouth
But this shit slap like a night at the Turner house
(Yeah)
Love it when I hit it from the back
Dick digging in her stomach, wit her knees on her titties, and my finger in her ass
(Yeah)
Love it when they get nasty
Call ya baby mom and ask
(Yeah)
See Ima freak but I'm a G let's not forget
I've give you 28 not the letters in the alphabet
Alpha's Back

You don't want cancer be Kool
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Tim Taylor man I got tools

Section.80 baby sin of winter flesh
Good Kid Maad City gifted intellect
Misusing my influence to misdirect
I Learned how To Pimp a Butterfly dripping wet
Saw the vision that Kendrick said through different specs
DAMN
A spiritual quest to find light through tinted lens
White T'challa of hip-hop the king is dead
Royalty, All I want is Loyalty or beam him down inferred
Rather you trust me cause Love is a twisted sense
(Huh)
So Humor me for a moment
Or Humble me I'm dethroning
Sit Down, when in good and God damn ready
(Yeah)
Nam Grammy shoot hand cannon confetti
In the trench wit 2 brooms Jon Wick weapons
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
I'm only second to Kung Fu Kenny, save ya breath

But You don't want cancer be Kool
(Yuh)
(Yah Yah Yah Yuh)
Tim Taylor man I got tools

I told them to listen close, but they ain't pay attention
Showed you I was the ghost, with the vain intentions
The brain that they cant enslave creates insane inventions
You all bold on a post, just hope to bait a mention
You swole I don't do friends, I only make connections
Goin at ya throat, like a paper neck strip
Solely for the dough so don't phone me 'less the cake is present
Ya flow sound earth bound whoa, I'm on the 8th dimension
Silence the goat is focused on his great ascension
Quote every verse you ever wrote and mold ya A collection
Could stand it ALL ten toes wont hold my 80 seconds
No Clone's claiming the thrown, just got to wait for Kendrick
Whoa

But you don't want cancer be Kool
(Yeah)
Get canceled like the last day of school
Bitch you don't want cancer be Kool
(Yuh)
(Yah Yah Yah Yuh)
Tim Taylor man I got tools

Talkin out ya ass got ya breath hell of a shitty
9/50 all cap you ain't fitted
Boy I'm finally act UNUSUAL
(Yeah)
Big dick got a 50 on the sticky shoot a flick wit ya bitty
Boy You mad as USUAL
(Yeah)
Twin 15s stay clean like the Mowry house
2 bad bitches in a tree ima turn them out
Spanish freak spicy when she speak like to burn her mouth
But this shit slap like a night at the Turner house (Yeah)