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TIMBALAND & MAGOO( Timbaland And Magoo )
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To My
Lyricist:Shawn Carter, Nasir Jones, Donnie Lewis, Tim Mosley
It don't stop, what, say what? Uh-huh, it don't stop, what? Say what? Huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, it don't stop It don't stop, what? Guess what y'all? Check it
I, splash y'all dudes with gats I use Ice dangle off my chest 'cause my cash improve Nice knuckle game, chip-toothed, way of buck and change I want the dough, fuck the fame
Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't shit to me About to have my own ASCAP, and NASDAQ And plus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogers And Benihana's, y'all can eat plenty at Nas'
Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco' boxers With honies that sex so proper, best flow since Rakim Liver, personification of drama Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer
Some will smoke embalmin' fluid and vomit to it I'm straight chronic, yo it's atomic how I blew up Same ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's, Lee's Nothin' changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles
Please, to my niggaz To my bitches, to my gangsters To my riders, to my niggaz To my bitches, to my niggaz To my riders, to my gangsters To my bitches, to my niggaz And fly assholes, to my niggaz To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco'
Yo, yo, we rippin' tracks, it's like beatin' beats with bats Watchin' crews change the views when the heat in they back If you hear a click, trust me, you will hear a clack If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it back
Your rhymes don't faze me, I'm above 'em, half y'all rappers is Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Born retarded, now you out here tryin' to get rid of 'em You should be sick of it, I possess no flaws That's from the man that made your head nod 'Til you licked his balls
Verses I spit 'em, when it's my turn to get 'em, I got hot flows I only do shows for burn victims So cock this mic, and bust out your back, kill you And then they gonna blame me for fuckin' up rap
Who's fuckin' with that? Skillz and Esco', it's on When you speak in my direction, watch your tone From QB to VA, can't count the blocks we own It's locked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone
Please, to my niggaz To my bitches, to my gangsters To my riders, to my niggaz To my bitches, to my niggaz To my riders, to my gangsters To my bitches, to my niggaz And fly assholes, to my niggaz To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco'
Yo come see The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys Ladies love me, niggaz say 'Timbaland's really rappin', what the fuck is up B?' Jealousy I kill niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin' beats I'm a eight digit niiggy Maybe I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to see, what?
Please, to my niggaz To my bitches, to my gangsters To my riders, to my niggaz To my bitches, to my niggaz To my riders, to my gangsters To my bitches, to my niggaz And fly assholes, to my niggaz To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco'
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