Timbo Finna - Send Mail To Me

Feeling like the undertaker
I'm a take you under, I'm a undertake it
I'm a take it all, yea raise the stakes and
Yeah I'm used to all the smoke, I always wake n' bake it
I'm pouring liquor in the cup n' getting hell a faded
I swear I'm deep into the cut just like an alligator
I'm like a doctor the way I cup it up n' hell a fade it
Sipping sizzurp, serving purple, yeah you know I'm sipping paraphernalia
I'm the curfew and they're surfing it
I'm the wave and they be surfing it
They recycle, they rehearse it (say what?)
I'm in the pussy, she give birth to me
I'm a alien, not a person, I'd build the pyramids
Speed it up
Fuck it, we don't even see the road
Only way we know is going up
Get rich, yeah we lit it up, shh
Speed it up
I just need to pour another liter up (ah)
Lick it up
I just eat a pussy, I just buttercup
I just hit a lick, yeah I just robbed a thot
Bandicooting, taking everything she got
Voices in my head that's why I speed it up
Skrt, you know I speed it up (you know I speed it up)
Huh, pour another liter up (pour another liter up)
Don't you point a finger at us
We gone fit the fittest
I swear we gone fit the fittest
Do it for my la Familia
I invest my money up in real estate
I'm winning, I ain't failing it (yeh)
If I go to jail, can you send mail to me?
I ain't end it, I just levitate it (huh)
You can't catch me I'm the fucking greatest
Middle finger to the feds and to the fucking haters
I'll crack a neck and snap it like an alligator
I pour my heart out, I pour my pain
They say with truth comes fair, I ain't none to blame
Who's to blame?
Who am I to blame?
It ain't even fair when I play the game
And I ain't even sad when it's pouring rain
And I ain't even mad when my money's lame
And I ain't even gone beg for better days
I fit in place if I need space and she gone stay
She gone leave if I leave the place
And I ain't even changed boy I stayed the same
And I ain't never ever let anybody shade
I bet I could have stay where your momma stay
I bet I could have fade where your barber fade
I bet I could have washed the cash I made, at your place
Bet I'm gone make me a bag today
I bet I'm gone beat that case
Tryna keep up with me and you'll lose your pace
I'm slick like that, and boy, I'll take your plate
You better step up or down for them razor blades
I cut your face, I know your faith, I know you're only half made
Boy you twist and shake
I carve and shape, I pick apart then put in place
I re-arrange
I'll prolly take your cash to my grave
Boy I paid the price so I need my pay (ok)
Do it for my la Familia
I invest my money up in real estate
I'm winning, I ain't failing it
If I go to jail, can you send mail to me?
I ain't end it, I just levitate it
You can't catch me I'm the fucking greatest
Middle finger to the feds and to the fucking haters
I'll crack a neck and snap it like an alligator

Written by:
Nicolai-Johan Ukkelberg

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