| Oops upside of ya head
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| I said oops upside of ya head
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| Boots to the side of ya dreads
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| Timb boots to the side of ya dreads
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| Oops upside of ya head
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| I said oops upside of ya head
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| Boots to the side of ya dreads
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| Timb boots to the side of ya dreads
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| Whooptie, you don’t like me? |
| Nigga, shoot me
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| Doin' donuts while wifey screamin' inside the hooptie
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| Hop yo pretty ass out this whip, go cop a loosie
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| Riker’s Island bus the Bloods tried to recruit me
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| Walk down Mermaid Ave, they all salute me
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| You the type to go on tour and wife a groupie
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| Fuck KFC, my two piece absolutely
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| Will knock yo ass outta the screen nigga like «Whooptie!»
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| Wake up, little uzi
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| Wake up (Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bang)
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| No vert, though
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| Leavin' em' murked, though
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| Hip-hop died, Gorilla rose from the dirt, though
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| Niggas out here rappin' in skirts, bro (Fuckin' ridiculous)
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| I will fuck you up
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| Out here fuckin' bitches with the mushroom cut
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| When you see me all you hear is, «Buck, buck, buck, buck», uh
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| Oops upside of ya head
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| I said oops upside of ya head
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| Boots to the side of ya dreads
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| Timb boots to the side of ya dreads
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| Oops upside of ya head
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| I said oops upside of ya head
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| Boots to the side of ya dreads
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| Timb boots to the side of ya dreads
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| Fuck all the glamour and glitz, I plan to get rich
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| I’m from Brooklyn but was never a fan of the Nets
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| Middle finger up, hand on my dick
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| You can catch me in Quebec speakin' French on the Canada strip
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| You pussy, ya man is a bitch
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| Shoot sideways, damage my wrist
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| Keep squeezing 'til the hammer go 'click'
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| Lettin off outta the van
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| Miss you, paralyzing ya man, Fuck Ya Lyfe, though
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| You ain’t hear a rapper this nice in ya life, though
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| I’m lightin' up the streets like I’m dancing with Michael
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| Side note: You rappers on the 'Gram sellin' verses like you workin' for Geico
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| (Fifty percent off)
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| I’m from the jungle where we dine off creatures
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| Tryna see a mill, can’t survive off features
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| On the road to riches, we holla at the bitches
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| And run around like we K-9's off leashes
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| Oops upside of ya head
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| I said oops upside of ya head
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| Boots to the side of ya dreads
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| Timb boots to the side of ya dreads
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| Oops upside of ya head
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| I said oops upside of ya head
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| Boots to the side of ya dreads
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| Timb boots to the side of ya dreads
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| Shoot 'til all these rappers dead
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| (Brrt, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bang)
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| Yo, deadass, B, I’m a deadass G
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| Timbs and FYL brand gettin' deadass flee
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| You out here sellin' reggies with them dead ass trees
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| Runnin' outta gas in your deadass V
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| Up to Brownsville on this deadass Newport
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| Coney Island, Brooklyn, I’m so deadass New York
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| Four years on the run, deadass serious
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| I ain’t doin' another sentence, deadass period
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| Wake up little uzi, wake up
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| Wake up little uzi, wake up
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| Wake up little uzi, wake up
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| Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
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| Fuck Yo Lyfe
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| Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system
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| Fuck Ya Life
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| Is not available
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| At the tone, please record your message
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| When you’ve finished recording you may hang up
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| Or press 'One' for more options
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| Yo, fuckin' Nems, bro
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| Bro, it’s Michael Anthony, bro
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| Yo, I need a fuckin' bag, bro
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| Julio’s not pickin' up the fuckin' phone
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| I know that’s your man
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| Like, c’mon, bro
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| Help me out, dude
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| Like, I’m fuckin', I’m like, my guts hurt, bro
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| I got the shakes, bro, come on, man
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| I need a hot bag, bro
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| I need some bundles
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| Hook me up, Nems, come on, man
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| Don’t, don’t, and don’t call me back and say, «Fuck Ya Life», dude
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| I need a fuckin' b-, I need bundles, bro
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| My fuckin' guts hurt, bro, I’m sick, bro
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| C’mon, dude
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| The fuck?
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| Fuck Ya Life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Timb Boots , by - Nems. Song from the album Gorilla Monsoon, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп