paroles de chanson T.Y.M.F. - Linkz Boogz feat. Slink Jesus & Guap Tha God

Yo where you going if you don't know where you been
You coming with me or you staying? Either way I'ma win
They getting fat while were starving, I'ma make sure that ends
Press the DJ make that mother fucker give me a spin
I'm so ambitious I'ma get it dog can't tell me shit
Coming up, straight from the bottom, might die tryna get rich
You wasn't there when I was starving, get the fuck off my dick
I got my weed, I got my music nigga i'ma get lit
My style gets bit but it don't matter cause I'm fucking your bitch
Don't get stupid, make the wrong move you'll get laid in a ditch
Where I come from shit gets real and there's no love for a snitch
I ain't tryna talk a lot, give me my money and that's it
It makes me sick to see my past bitches dying of thirst
So lusty, I guess mommy never took 'em to church
I'ma get paid if I have to put my hands in some dirt
Enjoy the fruits of all my labors when I put in that work

Getting money illegal
I know a couple plugs, Yea I call them migos
I'm getting money off the plate, we breaking kilos
We getting fetti, getting paid that's all that we know
I told y'all mother fuckers
(Woo-woo)
I told y'all mother fuckers
(Woo-woo)
I told y'all mother fuckers
(Woo-woo)
I told y'all mother fuckers
I told y'all mother fuckers

Riding on the thruway with a bitch and she go two ways
Keep it so official, for the kid she bust the uzi
Like a mother fucking movie, in the hood it's like a zoovie
Bunch of young niggas trapping in the whip just busting U E's
We ain't homies, we ain't brothers people use those words too loosely
If you try to get too close to me I'll smoke you like a loosey
E-Dot's gon' produce heat
Always making new beats
Kick it like I'm Bruce Lee, I thought I told you mother fuckers
You cannot fuck with us
You gotta come and get us
And you better come prepared because my niggas ain't no quitters
We some fucking go-getters and we out to get this cheddar
You's a burger ass nigga and you don't even got no lettuce

Getting money illegal
I know a couple plugs, Yea I call them migos
I'm getting money off the plate, we breaking kilos
We getting fetti, getting paid that's all that we know
I told y'all mother fuckers
(Woo-woo)
I told y'all mother fuckers
(Woo-woo)
I told y'all mother fuckers
(Woo-woo)
I told y'all mother fuckers
I told y'all mother fuckers

To all my Tony Montana's
Get that coke and go bananas
All these cops can't stand us
In the corner with these cameras
Tryna grab us, tryna ban us
But I make that work vanish
Cause the way I'm speaking Spanish they don't really understand us
Got Dominican bandanas wrapped around them hammers
So you better talk with manners when you talk to me
On your knees mother fucker, better hold your rosary
On the top mother fucker, that's where I'm supposed to be
Feeling God
But the devil close to me
Telling me to push that key
Telling me to stack them G's
All I see is all these demons blowing smoke from these trees
Telling me to do these deeds
What the fuck you want from me?!

Getting money illegal
I know a couple plugs, Yea I call them migos
I'm getting money off the plate, we breaking kilos
We getting fetti, getting paid thats all that we know
I told y'all mother fuckers
(Woo-woo)
I told y'all mother fuckers
(Woo-woo)
I told y'all mother fuckers
(Woo-woo)
I told y'all mother fuckers
I told y'all mother fuckers