Timber Lake

Yuh, yuh Press one button now the roof, gone These dudes be bitches like Mulan Get more bread than a crouton I'm swimming in the pussy like doogan My bitch be hotter than Tucson Still rich, but I'm fucking on futons Strap stay with me like it's glued on Just saw your bitch sellin' pussy on Groupon I'm fresh to death but I'm wildin' I tell a bitch to be quiet I keep my cell phone not silent For when the hoes send pics of they privates Shit, we're doin' drugs like it's the '80s Me and Craka, Crispy like The A-Team Why your mama wanna have my babies? 'Cause I'm bringing sexy back like JT, woo! I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-oh) Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-oh) She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-oh) Your bitch hit me up, man, you gettin' played I done curved more bitches than a squat rack Feel like Jeff Gordon, I'm on track Lost a couple M's, I'm gonna make it right back She wanna fuck, gotta hit her with the contract Yeah, she got them thighs like Mewtwo but a face like drowsy I'ma pass on that hoe like Rowley I'ma still go and get me that mouthy Hit it once and now it got me feelin' lowsy, ugh Try to stick me like the scissors, fuckin' five times Enough money to last a couple lifetimes Fuckin' bitches while I'm filling in my downtime All up in her guts chillin' like an enzyme Ay, ay, that pussy bald, I'ma make a wish Ay, these boys is starvin', come and grab a dish Ay, you already know that my bitch is bad Me and yo' momma go picture that Bitch look at me, I'm yo' richer dad Ay, throw it back, make it clap Throw it back, throw it back Make it clap, throw it back I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-oh) Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-oh) She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-oh) Your bitch hit me up, man, you gettin' played Yuh, I made the bag off the net like iCarly Off the top, I spit, I'm Jeff Hardy Play girl like Barbies Got white boys talkin' like dude gnarly Back inside this bitch, I never left though She gonna suck my dick until she strep throat Write inside yo' bitch and then I left notes Said I'm gonna be broke, you wanna bet though? Get, get, get along Just passed third base now we heading home Like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on I'ma do the deed like I'm Doug Dimmadome Make another hit reloadin' Give yo' girl the Heimlich she chokin' Said I love the bitch, I'm jokin' Tell me why I just started strokin' What the fuck? Ay, you already know that my bitch is bad Me and yo' momma go picture that Bitch look at me, I'm yo' richer dad Ay, throw it back, make it clap Throw it back, throw it back Make it clap, throw it back I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (woo-oh) Private jet straight out to Italy (woo-oh) She sucked me up on the interstate (woo-oh) Your bitch hit me up, man, you gettin' played