- Timbaland In Time 歌詞
- Timbaland
- Ah - cmon ah
You would not believe - cmon ah
Whats goin down right now - cmon ah
Holla cmon ah
You would not believe - cmon ah
Whats about to go down right now - cmon ah
Holla cmon
Guess whos back its your favorite man
Thomas crown a k a （freaky） timbaland
I keep em twelve deep in the full motion van
Mamis betta not speak unless I say they can
Hon - whatchu know about this guy
Ive been hittin girls back since cooley high
Groovy right whatchall girls doin tonight
Bumble bee lets hum right on this flight
Hum on a flight nigga you fraid of heights
Ms jade have you whinin by the end of the night
Try and try and have em sick when I board the jet
Dough from bets f**k around and saw off they necks
You heard me black squeaky-ass cadillacs
I owe you one you f**k around and owe me back
Got franklin on the mind shit I aint gon front
Im a number one sinner what-wha-wha-what
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces to spend on you-oooh-ooh
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces to spend on you in time
Ill be yo penicillin keepin my jimmy chillin
What more can I say top billin
Niggaz got the feelin Im wack and I fell off
Said bird is the word is charmin and mags off
Dont yall see I aint new to this game
Got hoes in each town wanna swoon me for fame
But I get em for they cash smokin up all they hash
Treat em like garbage leavin em in the trash
Mag I wreckon you right but its my f**kin night
X-5 bing truckhigh as a kite
Powder be white ms jade powerful bite
Pet niggaz make they asses ride the back of my bike
Pay for nuts and want for nada I aint bluffin
See me in the back of the club steadily puffin
In time you will buy me this and that
Meanwhile motherf**ker betta holla back
Uh cmon ma I seen you starin when I hit the door
You aint gotta front boo I know that shit aint yours
Im like big out the maximas and acuras
Trust me sweets butt-cheeks I be smackin up
And that shits fosho
What I really wanna say is getcha coat lets go
You seen the whips outside the fly ones mine
Im with tim and mag dont lie take your time
Lie for what never been that type of chick
Rubber band around the wrist be the type to grip
And flip the script send your ass home all limp
Motherf**ker you aint know Im a female pimp
King kong trips ridin all the latest whips
With a corona in the holder Im the latest bitch
Yup - you could call me the greatest wench
Yup - when you f**k with the greatest clique
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