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Pipe that shit up TnT Yeah, you know, this shit like practice This just practice Timmy Da HitMan Yeah Six million cash in my stash, I was waitin' for this day to come I'm on my tour bus right now, on my way to another one Who got that brand new Bentley truck? I'm tryna order one Soon as I get me one, I'ma rim it up, and tint it up Tried to tell my momma she don't gotta work no job But she the one who taught her baby boy to hustle hard Said, "Don't you never put your trust in men, believe in God" Say it's some shit from way back in the day, that left her scarred And these niggas love to hate They rather go blind than see me winnin' I just did the dash in a Maserati engine (vroom) Been all around the world, I met all kind of women Took me to have my own kid to see it different Shoutout to all my niggas trappin', livin' tax free These days it's seven figures when they tax me I can't complain, I came straight off the back streets Can't explain how I feel, I'm just happy I'm here Okay, hard to tell a nigga not to shine (shine) Yeah, when all he know was hard times Super futuristic coupe, 2025 Engine came in the trunk, the only reason he's alive And I got it out the mud I always knew this day would come, yeah They don't know nothin' 'bout where we was (what else?) Finally ran it up Ran it up, yeah (yeah) Ran it up, yeah Look, look Ran it up, woah, woah, yeah Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up Yeah (Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up) (Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up)
Writer(s): Thomas Horton, Rodarius Green, Nathan Morrow, Timmy Hitman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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