Gunplay - Scuffed Timbs lyrics

rate me

Feat. Rick Ross

I just cuff my tembelist, fuck you middle it

On the connect, you niggas wearin’ the rest

Never no pressure, tag on the dresser

Money and pocket, halla to rock it

You know where I’m at, you know where I’ll be

You know what I’m bout,

You wanna see?

Ball the team, ball machine

Back, back, back, scar and see

Livin' a legend, in the kitchen cheffin'

I'm a player, you just reffin'

Still public housin', fuck the album

You cuffin' bitches, I'm puffin' sour

Mil on the wax, mil’ on the car

Ten mil’ on the crib honey gran on the bro

You fuckin’ with a boss

When the beast be by ten

Lil’ trick, you a star, trick you a star

Baby girl you a star, you deserve to get it all

When the people hit the dog

This got to take the chance and he make it so mild

She get on 22, put on lady this charge, no love for the souls

Even thou it’s sees

I’mma bust to a boss rich nigga ‘til I die

Write my name in the books

Her man’s on the quick shot, swing from the shout

I still remain dry, I stay in one place and so I drive

2.5 John maintain all the 8

Real nigga get wild, don’t get a tattoo on my face