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Rick Ross – Scuffed Timbs lyrics
I just cuff my Timberlands, 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 about,
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 grand on the bro
You fuckin' with a boss
When the beast 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 dough
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 though it's sees
I'm a boss to a ball rich nigga 'til I die
Write my name in the books
Her man's on the crook shot, swinging from the sky
I still remain dry, I stand in one place and so I drive
2.5 John maintain all the 8
Real niggas get wild, don't get a tattoo on my face
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 about,
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 grand on the bro
You fuckin' with a boss
When the beast 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 dough
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 though it's sees
I'm a boss to a ball rich nigga 'til I die
Write my name in the books
Her man's on the crook shot, swinging from the sky
I still remain dry, I stand in one place and so I drive
2.5 John maintain all the 8
Real niggas get wild, don't get a tattoo on my face
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