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Tim Duncan

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[Hook]
I’m legendary with this balling like I’m Tim Duncan
Couple shooters in the cut and ya I’m Tim Duncan
We just trying to go to gym my niggas still thuggin’
I got shooters right beside like I’m Tim Duncan

[Verse 1]
I got shooters in the cut like I’m Tim Duncan
We just trying to go to gym but niggas still thuggin’
I left the trap and I came back and it was still jumpin’
Bitch I deserve a check for balling like I’m Tim Duncan
I went out with all them shooters and I’m still jumpin’
Grandma kicked me out the crib and I was still hustlin’
I went out to all them corners trying to deal something
If the feds pull me over I’m gon’ peel on ’em
Don’t know bitch, you don’t know bitch you don’t know
I just pulled the I8 out the 1-0
Batman got that money then you don’t know
If Batman got that money then you don’t know
Shooters in the cut like I’m Tim Duncan
Send my ass to school and I was still flunkin’
I walk in the trap and I see real niggas
I walk in the trap and I see real niggas
I see real niggas
I walk in the trap and I see real niggas
Tim Duncan
Now I got fish scales all up in the trap house
I got big scales all up in the trap house
A bitch from Rexdale trapping out my dime house
I got a Nextel trapping out my dime house
Whip a hundred bricks just like a hundred load
I got two hundred bitches fucking in a bungalow
I got two sisters doing shit that they ain’t done before
I ain’t no fool, I put that icing on that Dunkin’ Donut, ya I do it
I, ok, I’m ok
But I’m high with some Rosé, you know it
I don’t fly with that foreplay, all them eyes
Lil’ mama don’t forget I’m Mr. Ring around the Rosé
Nigga fuck with me I bring your ting around the Rosé
Forty on my side don’t let me ring it around your forehead
We gon’ make a movie with you nigga like we Scorsese

[Hook]

I’m legendary with this balling like I’m Tim Duncan
Couple shooters in the cut and ya I’m Tim Duncan
We just trying to go to gym my niggas still thuggin’
I got shooters right beside like I’m Tim Duncan

[Verse 2]
Pull up ya you know I’m with them shooters
All we do is exhale with that Uber
Love me baby, love me like Katrina
Smoking dope I’m know I’m off it
Going Tim Duncan with all of the shooters, with all of the shooters
Cause they call it murder but we who they calling to do it, we who they calling to do it
Love me baby, love a nigga
Pulling out the lot stunting on a couple niggas
Only with a couple hittas
Only let a couple bitches cook up in this kitchen nigga
Hit a lick with all my young niggas, now my whip is Kristy Yamaguchi
My wrist and my neck is on brr brr and now them niggas thinking that its Gucci
Niggas talking at you loosely
Dawg I give a fuck about your so called shooters that’ll come and shoot me
Its not what we used to
Dawg I be used to these bitches
Fuck [?] for them bitches
Fuck the room ain’t got no rules for them bitches
Fuck the room I got the roof for them bitches
Pop the [?] no room for them bitches
In the bathroom Fruit of Loom on them bitches
When the lie I got the proof for them bitches
If she dry I got some lube for them bitches
Fucking on lil’ mama good
I can tell she from the hood
All I got is Hennessy for her and some weed for her couple nugs
Popping off a couple juggs
Shottas in a couple hoods
Niggas that’ll come and wash that
Cooking niggas come and sauce that
Money on a couple tables
Its not that she love me she want to fuck with a young nigga that’s getting money
Motherfucker understanding where I get paper my nigga I’m cool
I put that everything like its sauce nigga
I be on everything like a boss nigga
Handling play just like lacrosse nigga