Lyrics:

It’s going down like Timber, remember that song, it was lasting long. The Pitbull reign, that shit my main thang, I would get full on my groove move from that banger, yeah sir, uh, now it’s A Hype. Move and dance, show my pants as they slide down, I may have Madagascar undies from Skipper, glowing trance I put these fools in as I rip the, beat up with heat up, like it Miami, fuck it if I were to own my own car, a Camry, might be it, gotta think about the Lexus though, the bestest know they gotta rep my set, I’m a get my prep, up so I fill my cup of holy water like I deserve it, the hike is so nervous but it really show it purpose at the end, my friend the journey to win the tourney is a grin I’m learning, wouldn’t be there if it was handed, I’m stranded on an island at times, a cast away. But I friend Wilson, this ill one ain’t gon’ kill fun, up to you for interpretation, I’m a surf the hatin’, gladly have the madly peeps watch my top notch. Haha, A Hype is in this bitch, I itch for the best, haha no rest. Oh, that’s not what he said the other time, the smother rhyme, keep deep on internal planning, I’m feeling the man in this blammin’, my cannon letting off thoughts, lots shots, damn man, am fan of my own speech, I preach, I ain’t holy though, but then the holy water, ahh it rolly slaughter they eyes commit, they say I on that dumb shit, they hurt my soul, I insert the goal every day hoping to come up with fum, fum? Well chum is fum, Patrick wrote that, hat trick for a hockey player, I been watching ‘em slay the rink, I think, I love the Kraken, what’s happenin’. I’m so sick of this, it’s ridiculous, my shit is tricking me, inflicting the self hurt wound, I found a bound sight I might’ve missed befo’ we go find it now, mind me now I’m on my time now, horny corny and delirious, I’m on a male period, I’m so serious. Nefarious in motive, I hope not but dope got notive, of my senses and even though I don’t sense this, in my lungs, I’m strung from the dumb from many users addiction, I’m glad it fiction for my diction, but I’m rippin’, Rypien like Mark the QB. C’mon homie, know we hogs like Washington. Dogs like rushing in pass rushers like Bruce Smith, NFL reference, no truce if, you wanna hear something else, haha, fuck you. HAHA, Pitbull my fit goal, I get stroll to his music, induce it up in my veins. Like the producer Vein did on that opening thang, Planet Pit, set in stone like a granite kit. Getting grown and more crazy, I need DaBaby. To fucking shut up, homophobic ass bitch, mass stitch for any homophobe on the globe bitch. TIMBER!

Timber (Prod. dj_nicky66)

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