Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song To My, artist - Timbaland.
Date of issue: 16.09.2019
Song language: English
To My |
it dont stop |
cant stop |
say what? |
play your parts |
uh-huh, it dont stop |
nas esco |
say what? |
huh, uh-huh |
uh-huh, it dont stop |
uh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh it dont stop, what? |
yea yea, brave-hearts |
guess what yall? |
check it Verse one: nas |
I, splash yall 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, yall can have that, that aint shit to me About to have my own ascap, and thats that |
And plus a rotisserie, instead of kenny rogers |
And benihanas, yall 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 Im straight chronic, yo its atomic how I blew up Same ol g, since I rocked kangols, lees |
Nothin changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles |
Chorus: nas |
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, its like beatin beats with bats |
Watchin crews change the views when the heat in they back |
If you hear a click, trust me, you wouldnt hear clack |
If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it back |
Your rhymes dont faze me, Im above em; |
half yall raps is Born retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of em You should be sick of it, I posess no flaws |
Thats from the man that made your head nod til you lick-ed his balls |
Verses I spit em, when its 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 |
Whos fuckin with that? |
skillz and esco, its on When you speak in my direction, watch your tone |
From q-b to v-a, cant count the blocks we own |
Its locked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone |
Yo commmmmme see |
The big man with the diamonds and the fly bentleys |
Ladies loooooovve me; |
niggaz say |
«timbalands really rappin, what the fuck is up b? |
«Jeallllllousy |
I kill niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin beats |
Im a eight digit niiggy |
Maybe I just rebuild titanic and send that out to see |
What? |