Tag: BET


Gucci Mane Gave New Bride Keyshia Ka’oir A Rolls Royce





Gucci Mane has been showing his new bride Keyshia Ka’oir with gifts including a Rolls Royce Wraith.

The Atlanta rapper and his model girlfriend Keyshia Ka’oir, who is Jamaican by the way, got married in a lavish wedding ceremony in Miami on Tuesday night that was aired live on BET. The wedding reportedly cost north of $1.7 million and was fitted for the royal family. The couple received a ton of support from their celebrity friends and from Gucci’s massive fan base.

In the days leading up to the wedding, all eyes were on the stunning bride Keyshia Ka’oir who has been getting a lot of praise for helping Gucci Mane to turn his life around. For that loyalty, he gave her the wedding of her dreams and some expensive gifts like a Rolls Royce Wraith that cost $317,000 and some expensive jewelry. Gucci also got himself a matching Wraith and showed off the ultra expensive cars on his Instagram page.

A number of celebrities were in attendance at the couple’s wedding including Big Sean, Jhene Aiko, Lil Yachty and his mom, Rick Ross, 2 Chainz, Kim Zolciak-Biermann, Karrueche Tran, and Sean “Diddy” Combs.

His and Hers Guwop bought his wife a Wraith!

A post shared by Gucci Mane (@laflare1017) on Oct 16, 2017 at 6:38pm PDT

OMG!! My baby is the best!!! #NewWhipAlert tune in tmrw as our wedding airs live on BET at 10pm 10/17

A post shared by Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@keyshiakaoir) on Oct 16, 2017 at 6:47pm PDT

BFF's #TheWopsters?

A post shared by Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@keyshiakaoir) on Oct 18, 2017 at 6:35am PDT

Me & my husbandddddddddddddd?

A post shared by Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@keyshiakaoir) on Oct 17, 2017 at 9:48pm PDT

Happy Wife Happy Life

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50 Cent and His Ex Vivica A. Fox Together Again On 50 Central





50 Cent and his ex-girlfriend Vivica A. Fox seems to have made peace at least on 50 Central.

There was a time when the two former flames hated each other so much to the extent that their feud spill over onto social media for the world to see. That is now water under the bridge because Fox appeared on the rapper/actor’s new show on BET, 50 Central. You can view a clip from the episode below that she posted on her Instagram page. The cut shows that the two went for a couple’s therapy session.

“I believe we have a strong connection and I don’t want to lose it,” Fox tells the therapist. 50 Cent then appeared in the clip saying that Vivica “dragged me down here” to which the actress pulled out a butcher knife and threatened him.

50 Cent and Vivica A. Fox briefly dated each other around 2003, but something happened between them in 2015 to turn them into bitter enemies that resulted in a heated back-and-forth on Instagram. In January of this year, Vivica says she was the one who went and made peace with the rapper at a New York Knicks basketball game.

50 Central aired on Wednesday night’s on BET at 10:30 p.m. ET.

Catch 50Central this Wednesday expect the unexpected ?10:30pm on BET. #50centralbet

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ASAP Ferg – Plain Jane


[Chorus]
Ride with the mob
Humdullah
Check in with me, and do ya job
Ferg is the name
Ben Baller did the chain
[?] for the watch
‘Cause he Plain jane

[Verse 1]
Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior
Hermes link could feed a village in Liberia
TMZ taking pictures causin’ mad hysteria
Momma see me on BET and started tearin’ up
I’mma start killin’ niggas
How you get that tribe
I take that holler picnics where you risked your life
Uncle used to skim work sellin’ Nicks at night
I was only 8 years old watching Nick at night
Uncle psycho was in that bathroom buggin’!
Knife to his guts
Hope daddy don’t cut him
Suicidal doors brought to me with no advisory
He was pitchin’ dummy selling fiends mad ivory
Grandma had the arthritis in her hands, bad!
She was poppin pills like rappers in society
I fuck yo bitch what a irony
I sent Mitchy at yo home and yo bitch keep eyeing me

[Chorus x2]
Ride with the mob
Hamdullah
Check in with me, and do ya job
Ferg is the name
Ben Baller did the chain
[?] for the watch
‘Cause he Plain jane

[Bridge]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’

[Verse 2]
I’mma explain why you probably never seen me
I’m in a suckin’ place no Instagram am watchin’ tv
I think I trade my breakfast lunch and dinner for some kitty
Please believe me I see RiRi Imma eat it like panini
I go [?] in the bar hit the walls like graffiti
Indian burns all up on a nigga Willy
I think I need a foursome Bella can do Gigi
It’d be easy if we [?] hook it all up [?]
I go crazy in my yeezy, Kirk Neezy on the beat
I told ’em now we from glow up in the street
Rappers talk subliminal but they don’t talk to me
Put ’em in a Jersey Shore like Pauly D

[Chorus x2]
Ride with the mob
Hamdullah
Check in with me, and do ya job
Ferg is the name
Ben Baller did the chain
[?] for the watch
‘Cause Plain jane

[Outro]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’


Young Buck – The City Lyrics


Ayo man, I base this shit on real life man
That’s the only way mother fuckers gonna Really fuck wit you man!! YOUNG BUCK!!

These penitentiary phone calls keep me elevated
My last two birthdays I didn’t celebrate it
You see me on BET and MTV. Holding it down for my town down in Tennessee!!
I’m trying make this shit as real as I can, so that my fans know that I’m not playin’
And I’m not saying I’m perfect I’m just saying I’m worth it, alot of rappers CDs i ain’t even purchase
Before I picked up the mic I grabbed me a Gat
And sold crack before I learned how to rap
Damn right imma glorify it, especially when I made it
Niggas died in this game that didn’t know how to play it
Smoke blunts for the loved ones and pour out 40s
Pay bills and take care of their shorties
You don’t know about the hood look what chu doing to us
The white house probably full wit straight shooters and everything else
We living for death, just waiting to die
Jadakiss asks why and me I say why!!
To ball before I fall, at least I tired
That boy went out with a bang, he just opened up fire
Beneath this ski mask I done closed my eyes. I’m tryna but a fucking hole in this guy
I knew right from wrong but my homeboy bizz is gone
So lemme end this song and see who sent him home. MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!


Tech N9ne – Shoe Game (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Mackenzie Nicole) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)


[Intro: Krizz Kaliko & Mackenzie Nicole]
Yeah
Kali baby on the left side, baby on the right side (Yeah)
Yeah (Cold World)
Baby girl on the left side, baby on the right side (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Mackenzie Nicole]
This year is mine get your hand off the pie
I’m a good girl and I’m never a thot
People see me, think they know what I got
Well I got the money, just give me a shot (ayoo)
The way that I’m living, don’t have to get used to
Money from the booth too, Strange life is beautiful (en fuego)
I’m somewhere thawn out from that cold
Live this way ’till I’m old
Stay on my toes

[Hook: Mackenzie Nicole]
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
You don’t have to tell me, I already know
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes

[Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko]
Look, well I ain’t never been on TV
Nah, I maybe once, but I ain’t never been on BET
Ain’t no telling what they wanting
Tryna get the cake like Duncan
Ain’t that somthin’
They get no frontin’
Me and Nina get it jumpin’
That’s where we at, where we at, in case anybody say somethin’
See the way my bank account is set up, I got a checking and savings
Keep my foot on the gas and don’t let up
Niggas so what is you saying?
Yeah I quit school but I rock chalk
I came here to ball
Ain’t bout to argue with y’all, make y’all talk (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Since a lot of y’all and a few of us
I’m coming to get it now and I mean it nigga, I take the bus
You see me with baby girl, that’s a check coming, we add that
In my Jordans, I’m on my toes
Y’alls froze, we clap back
Kali, baby

[Hook: Mackenzie Nicole]
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
You don’t have to tell me, I already know
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes

[Outro: Mackenzie Nicole]
From the left side baby to the right side baby
From the left side baby to the right side, you can tell when I walk in
And then I walk out, I
You can tell when I walk in
When I walk , I
Stay on my toes
From the left side baby to the right side baby


Step Brothers – Yeah 5X


[Intro]
Three
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You recording?

[Verse 1: Starlito]
If they wasn’t pressing record
I’d probably be pressing the tail button
Yeah, hustling I’m from where them young niggas ain’t scared of nothing
10 years ago drinking tussy
Nutting off all in public
Drive-bys in broad daylight its ringing like a concession
Thugging, quick to tell her that I love her
Knowing I just finished fucking
Dick smelling like a rubber
Just like Mel and Danny Glover caught with 7 lethal weapons
And you can check my deposition, listen
Look, them streets ain’t for you
They against you, need convincing?
They got most of my friends behind them fences
I was in them trenches that’s why I don’t give a fuck about no Mentions or no likes or no comments I got extension
I lost everything beefing it get expensive
Cap a unit and wouldn’t care if you wind up in intensive
No evidence for forensics just barely dodged the conviction
Shed a thug tear when they said that budda was snitching
Yeah they still fucking with me

[Don trip]
Step brothers three, yeah
And I will still fuck Stacey Dash

[Verse 2: Don Trip]
Where I’m from we rather die than let you take the stash
That ain’t just a sack my whole future’s in that paper bag
That’s how I feed my babies
While my baby momma’s bitching
I’m too close to the edge
It’s best you keep your distance
My uncle fighting addiction, my people fighting convictions
But I gotta go get it, no matter the conditions
Shit be overflowing I’m just tryna find a lead
Being careful with the fire trying not to burn the bridge
And I will still fuck Stacey Dash
Spend a day with her crazy ass
You know fine hoes talk way too much
Just wanna fuck her and make her gag
And watch re-runs on BET and reminisce on what it used to be
Get in this round two I’m tryna knock that out
I might knock her up I’m on shooting spree
On my block they are shooting teens
Just tryna ball but they just moving screens
So used to putting up bricks
You think I’m playing for the losing team
I don’t sleep much but I used to dream
Then I woke up and started chasing mine
Took a look at my G-Shock and said don’t rush it
Take your time without wasting time
Godspeed

[Starlito]
Yeah it’s time
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 3: Starlito]
Sick of the scent of me tripping my gun
Tripping if niggas try some
Picture me in the kitchen
Yeah pitching I need a [?]
Going digital, plenty niggas still hit me up tryna buy somethin
For my funds, shit had to grind hard from where I’m from

[Verse 4: Don Trip]
Yeah, ’cause he who doesn’t hustle
Ain’t entitled to a pot crumb
My nigga beat a murder trial to us that’s called triumph
Live it to the limit I’m just saying you only die once
Pouring out champagne for all the good niggas that died young

[Verse 5: Starlito]
And counting down for Dotty
Been locked up for 55 months
Break down a half a zip
And try to stuff this shit in 5 blunts
Riding low I don’t know how I function high as fuck
You can see the pain all in my eyes cause I don’t cry much

[Verse 6: Don Trip]
Well, you missing more screws than me if you decide to try us
Cause you’d have better luck winning a gun battle with a hotpoint
Fuck around make the news
Look in the camera I’m like
"Hi Mom your sons been making pipe bombs and my favorite rapper is Dylan"
And, and they think Star’s the high one

[Outro]
Step Brothers
I think this makes 3


Desiigner – Tiimmy Turner


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brrrrraght
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Little Timmy Turner

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
[Verse 1]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
Young boy walkin’, wishin’ for a burner
Four, five, six, ten ratchets on ’em
Ten niggas with them, chains clappin’ on ’em
Dead niggas with ’em, dead niggas, get ’em
Four-five’s with ’em, four-five’s hit ’em
You talk money, young niggas with ’em
Young niggas get ’em, ballooning, ballooning, ballooning
I fell in love with the Ruger
I been in love with my jewelery
I been in love with the mula
Banana clips going through ya
I buy them all, I buy them all, I buy them all

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner

[Verse 2]
Timmy, Timmy Turner
Gettin’ rich, buy a burner
Young nigga movin’, he chemical farmer
You gettin’ hit nigga, live at the honor
Chopper moving, nigga both wanna
You get hit down at Four Summers
I got niggas from the dead to win it
Chopper proof, nigga pour the window
You be choked out, go on and get it
Hit a nigga, ’bout to roll the semi
‘Bout to blow again
Feelings all about Xan
Pockets all about women
All of them winnin’

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace

[Beat Switch]

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner


Desiigner – Tiimmy Turner (Lyric Video)


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brrrrraght
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Little Timmy Turner

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
[Verse 1]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
Young boy walkin’, wishin’ for a burner
Four, five, six, ten ratchets on ’em
Ten niggas with them, chains clappin’ on ’em
Dead niggas with ’em, dead niggas, get ’em
Four-five’s with ’em, four-five’s hit ’em
You talk money, young niggas with ’em
Young niggas get ’em, ballooning, ballooning, ballooning
I fell in love with the Ruger
I been in love with my jewelery
I been in love with the mula
Banana clips going through ya
I buy them all, I buy them all, I buy them all

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner

[Verse 2]
Timmy, Timmy Turner
Gettin’ rich, buy a burner
Young nigga movin’, he chemical farmer
You gettin’ hit nigga, live at the honor
Chopper moving, nigga both wanna
You get hit down at Four Summers
I got niggas from the dead to win it
Chopper proof, nigga pour the window
You be choked out, go on and get it
Hit a nigga, ’bout to roll the semi
‘Bout to blow again
Feelings all about Xan
Pockets all about women
All of them winnin’

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace

[Beat Switch]

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner


Kanye West – Timmy Turner (Remix)


[Hook: Desiigner]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

[Verse: Kanye West]
Born in the nation that breeded us
Why they don’t never show me the love?
Jesus Shuttlesworth, I lead the squad
Walk on water while I feed the sharks
Everybody just got made alert (Tiimmy)
You might get killed on your way to work
Everyone seen it in broad day
Nobody feelin’ that paperwork
Nobody cared, that just made it worse
All of the talkin’ just made it worse
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
Grab the burner, leave the block burnt up
Now look what you made me do
Look who you made me shoot
Don’t ask for help from dude
That nigga crazy too
I’m the new Steve, mixed with Ali
‘Bout to get freed, I’m the new Walt
Fuck what you thought
Man fuck all of y’all
Cause Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
Grab the burner, leave the block burnt up
Grab the burner, leave the block burnt up

[Hook: Desiigner]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner


Desiigner – Tiimmy Turner (Remix) (feat. Kanye West) letras

October 14, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: Desiigner]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Born in the nation that breeded us
Why they don’t never show me the love?
Jesus Shuttlesworth, I lead the squad
Walk on water while I feed the sharks
Everybody just got made alert (Tiimmy)
You might get killed on your way to work
Everyone seen it in broad day
Nobody feelin’ that paperwork
Nobody cared that you made it work
All of the talkin’ just made it worse
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
Got a burner ’bout to leave the block burnt up
And look what you made me do
Look who you made me shoot
Don’t ask from help from dude
That nigga crazy too
I’m the new Steve, mixed with Ali
‘Bout to get freed, I’m the new Walt
Fuck what you thought
Man fuck all of y’all
Cause Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
Got a burner leave the block burnt up
Got a burner leave the block burnt up
[Hook: Desiigner]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner


Desiigner – Tiimmy Turner lyrics

October 5, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Grrrrraaaah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Vador)
Little Timmy Turner
Git, git, git, git

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
[Verse 1]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
Young boy walkin’, wishin’ for a burner
Four, five, six, ten ratchets on ’em
Ten niggas with ’em, ten clappin’ on ’em
Dead niggas with ’em, dead niggas, get ’em
Four-five rip ’em, four-five zip ’em
You talk money, young niggas get ’em
Young niggas get ’em
Beluga, beluga, beluga
I fell in love with the Ruger
I fell in love with my jeweler
I fell in love with the mulah
Banana clips is going through ya
It’s all about the rule
It’s all about the move
It’s all about the rules

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

[Verse 2]
Tiimmy (Git, git, git)
Tiimmy Turner (Git, git, git)
Eh, yeah he wish had a burner
Young nigga move and he kill with confirma
You get hit, nigga, left with earner
Choppa move, nigga, both want it
You get hit down in both summers
I got niggas rollin’ dat would be dead with it
Choppa move, nigga, roll him with it
You choke down, roll, load and get
Hit a nigga up, reload the semi
Gotta flow over demon
Thinking all about Tiimmy
Just the thought of them with me
All my killas said they with me

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace

[Beat Switch]

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner


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