1mula - Himothy Turner

Yea
Hold on
Yea
Hold on
Yea
Yea
Yea
Aye Im himothy turner you know that
Get what i want i aint asking to hold that
I do what i do and you mad you cant clone that
Blick with attachments this bitch got no blow back
Wait
Riding in strikers no lojack
This horse is retarded im naming it Bojack
Black girl ate a perky her nickname is kodak
She outta her mind she mixed it with cognac
Gone off the yac you cant get in my lac
Move with precaution my stick in my lap
Grown ass man ill still use hands
But he wanna play crazy so this ruger gon clap
Send my girl on a run tell her bring it right back
She do what i say with no questions to ask
I like my girl with a P for the ass I hate a bitch who was built in a lab
Thumbing through bread in my sleep
I sleep with a bankroll I be at peace
My pimping too proper my shit is too neat
One outta none they say im unique
I dont even gotta get flee cause
Ill take his bitch in a white tee
Thats tough now his girl kinda like me
Whats worst the nigga cant fight me
Niggas be bitches
This glock got his brains oozing out like extensions
I need a new gun i might make an invention
Load up the clip send his ass to a different dimension
Ill give you the game but is it retention
Terrible student go sit in detention
You cant make no moves without paying attention
When im done rapping i might get a pension
So many blues in my pocket im crippin
Addicted to money with no intervention
Money Anonymous aint no convention
I see a ben frank and it catch my attention
I ran off with his sack and I didnt go missing
If he was me Id be with the fishes
Teach em a lesson dont leave em with stitches
Boy yo mama aint told you not to play bout them riches

Written by:
Corry Alexander

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