Текст песни TIMBER LAKE - Yung Craka , Shotgun Willy

Yuh, yuh

Press one button now the roof, gone
These dudes be bitches like Mulan
Get more bread than a crouton
I'm swimming in the pussy like doogan
My bitch be hotter than Tucson
Still rich, but I'm fucking on futons
Strap stay with me like it's glued on
Just saw your bitch sellin' pussy on Groupon

I'm fresh to death but I'm wildin'
I tell a bitch to be quiet
I keep my cell phone not silent
For when the hoes send pics of they privates
Shit, we're doin' drugs like it's the '80s
Me and Craka, Crispy like The A-Team
Why your mama wanna have my babies?
'Cause I'm bringing sexy back like JT, woo!

I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-oh)
Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-oh)
She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-oh)
Your bitch hit me up, man, you gettin' played

I done curved more bitches than a squat rack
Feel like Jeff Gordon, I'm on track
Lost a couple M's, I'm gonna make it right back
She wanna fuck, gotta hit her with the contract
Yeah, she got them thighs like Mewtwo but a face like drowsy
I'ma pass on that hoe like Rowley
I'ma still go and get me that mouthy
Hit it once and now it got me feelin' lowsy, ugh

Try to stick me like the scissors, fuckin' five times
Enough money to last a couple lifetimes
Fuckin' bitches while I'm filling in my downtime
All up in her guts chillin' like an enzyme
Ay, ay, that pussy bald, I'ma make a wish
Ay, these boys is starvin', come and grab a dish

Ay, you already know that my bitch is bad
Me and yo' momma go picture that
Bitch look at me, I'm yo' 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-oh)
Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-oh)
She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-oh)
Your bitch hit me up, man, you gettin' played

Yuh, I made the bag off the net like iCarly
Off the top, I spit, I'm Jeff Hardy
Play girl like Barbies
Got white boys talkin' like dude gnarly

Back inside this bitch, I never left though
She gonna suck my dick until she strep throat
Write inside yo' bitch and then I left notes
Said I'm gonna be broke, you wanna bet though?

Get, get, get along
Just passed third base now we heading home
Like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on
I'ma do the deed like I'm Doug Dimmadome

Make another hit reloadin'
Give yo' girl the Heimlich she chokin'
Said I love the bitch, I'm jokin'
Tell me why I just started strokin'
What the fuck?

Ay, you already know that my bitch is bad
Me and yo' momma go picture that
Bitch look at me, I'm yo' 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-oh)
Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-oh)
She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-oh)
Your bitch hit me up, man, you gettin' played