Evidence – Jim Dean / Throw It All Away (At Vevo) (Live)

[Refrain]
Here to save the day and steal the game
It ain’t a crime if you don’t get caught
I know names who’re moving the same
We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot

[Verse 1]
My quiet thoughts at night can turn rowdy
Light bulbs and bright ideas can turn cloudy
Big dreams even if they doubt them
I never wasn’t sure if I wasn’t sure about them
This is not your thing, this is ours
Gangsters got this thing about flowers
Rappers got this thing about power
Bitter and sour, gossip at the top of every hour
Walking in the rain off the Jim Beam
Dreams broken on the boulevard, Jim Dean
Get a grip for bars like a gym beam
Eyes redder than the rastas on the swim team

[Scratches]
(For you)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)
(For you)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

[Verse 2]
I ain’t thinking about BET
I’m talking about debt, ‘D’ to add the ‘E-B-T’
91, Dub C, don’t work, you don’t eat
Crossed streets where reality and hard times meet
Back in my youth I was a wildcat
Put my tires in reverse and get some miles back
It’s been a minute since a while back
Round of applause, blow the horns like Miles back
It’s God’s work, that is not in my hands
But I’m holding on tight for a few of my fans
It’s dedicated if the line is short
And if the line goes long, that was your support
There was a few times I wanted your respect
But you try to play me like some kind of a threat
The time done been elusive, ain’t a lack of love
Just an alley cat, got a lack of trust
I went from slow flow to never the same flow
Cause doing part two’s not the reason I came for
Until then I at the end of the rainbow
But still the pot of gold about as real as the game shows

[Refrain]
Here to save the day and steal the game
It ain’t a crime if you don’t get caught
I know names who’re moving the same
We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot

[Scratches]
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

[Verse 3]
Trooper, just below forty with the wind chill
All my shorties getting spin like the windmills
Weatherman, I’ve been hailed the sky curse
Fire verses I write for what the prize worth
Pot love, won, then I got stuck
Fell, then I got up
Never went back down, never played the background
Anxious more than patient, I attack now
Don’t get my way is when I act out
Never waiting on the industry
Waiting on the tables ’til the tables turning into me
Go back, hands on the clock, you call it throwback
But only no dope and judge not if I know that
Need is need, that ain’t weak shit
But greed is greed, that’s some weak shit
I make a promise I’ma keep it (one-two)
Never take my kindness for a weakness

[Scratches]
(For you)
(We get away with a lot)
(We get away with a lot)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

[Skit]
He’s very concerned with how much rainfall, and of course, snowfall is going to be seen from many locations extending from California and beyond

ASAP Ferg – Plain Jane (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[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’

Alkaline Fans Roast Vybz Kartel After Getting BET Shout-out

Alkaline fans are in a frenzy and even roasting Vybz Kartel and his fans after getting a shout-out from BET.

The Vendetta boss celebrated his 24th birthday on Tuesday, December 19, 2017, and a lot of his fans and celebrity peers including some of his close dancehall friends like Mavado, DJ Frass, and more. Perhaps his biggest shout-out came from BET who tweeted out a photo of the dancehall star with a happy birthday message that reads, “Big up to #Alkaline on his earth strong! #HBD.

Some of Vybz Kartel’s Gazanation fans didn’t believe that the shout-out was authentic when Vendetta fans started sharing it on social media. Some folks even suggested that it was photoshopped, but it was and we included the original tweet on this post for you. The back and forth between fans of the two dancehall rivals are hilarious.

“Vybz kartel can’t even get a shout out from sting BET and the red carpet #vendetta straight,” one fan wrote while another added, “The Gayza fool them a try say a fake but now them silent when them find out its real. A bunch of badmind individuals just like the cage boss.”

“Lol. I swear Jamaicans people are in denial… when Unu a guh admit a alka a run dancehall now? A did kartel once up on a time but not anymore… n the photo is actually real, cos if y’all took the time to go on Twitter (like I did ) you all would’ve seen the photo.. unu too badmind, man. Acting like kartel is suppose to be the only successful Jamaican dancehall artist,” one Vendetta fan clap back.

Alkaline and Vybz Kartel are two of the leading artists in dancehall this year with dozens of hits between the two of them that only serves to further fuel their rivalry.

Big up to #Alkaline on his earth strong! #HBD pic.twitter.com/azMYqluXKY

— BET (@BET) December 19, 2017

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Gucci Mane’s Wife Keyshia Ka’Oir Shot Back At Critics


Gucci Mane‘s wife Keyshia Ka’Oir is already feeling the hate on social media.

The couple tied the knot in a lavish wedding ceremony on Tuesday night in Miami. The $1.7 million wedding was broadcast live on BET and millions of fans tuned in. The couple are now on their honeymoon but Keyshia Ka’Oir had to deal with some social media trolls who started rumors about her having three kids in Jamaica. One female even posted a video on Twitter claiming that she is her sister and did not get an invitation to her wedding.

“I do not have three kids in Jamaica,” she tweeted, before adding in a second tweet, “I do not have a sister !!! I’m the only girl! I have 3 brothers and one is dead!.” Ka’oir was born in St. Thomas, Jamaica before migrating to the United States. Before she started dating Gucci Mane, she was a video model and head of her own cosmetic company.

Gucci Mane and Keyshia Ka’oir also landed their own reality TV show on BET and the wedding night premier of the show is now the number one cable series premiere so far this year. Guwop has been showering his new bride with gifts including a Rolls Royce Wraith and some expensive jewelries. Gucci proposed to Ka’oir last year at a Atlanta Hawks NBA game. The rapper planned the whole thing out including the time when the pair would appear on the jumbotron. The past year has been hugely successful for Gucci Man who has released four albums already since his release from prison last year. He also released his auto-biography last month to rave reviews.

I DO NOT HAVE THREE KIDS IN JAMAICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

— Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@KeyshiaKaoir) October 19, 2017

I DO NOT HAVE A SISTER !!! I'M THE ONLY GIRL! I HAVE 3 BROTHERS & ONE IS DEAD!

— Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@KeyshiaKaoir) October 19, 2017

Say what nowwwwwwww? pic.twitter.com/O2J4lnGDPb

— Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@KeyshiaKaoir) October 19, 2017

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

[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

[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