TIMBER LAKE lyrics

[Intro: Shotgun Willy]
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Shotgun Willy]
Yeah, press one button, now the roof gone
These dudes be b*tches like Mulan
Gettin' more bread than a crouton
I'm swimming in the pus*y like Dewgong
My b*tch be hotter than Tucson
Still rich, but I'm f*cking on futons
Strap stay with me like it's glued on
Just seen your b*tch sellin' pus*y on Groupon
I'm fresh to death, but I'm wildin'
I'll tell a b*tch to be quiet
I keep my cell phone on silent
For when the hoes send pics of they privates
sh*t, we're doin' drugs like it's the 80's
Me and Craka, Crispy like The A-Team
Why your mama wanna have my babies?
'Cause I'm bringing sexy back like J.T. (Woo!)

[Chorus: Yung Craka]
I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (Woo-ooh)
Private jet straight out to Italy (Woo-ooh)
She sucked me up on the interstate (Woo-ooh)
Your b*tch hit me up, man, you gettin' played
[Verse 2: Crispy Concords]
I done curved more b*tches than a squat rack
Feel like Jeff Gordon, I'm on track
Lost a couple M's, I'ma make it right back
She wan' f*ck, gotta hit her with a contract
Yeah, she got the thighs like Mewtwo, but a face like Drowzee
I'ma pass on that ho like Rowley
I'ma still go and get me that mouth-y
Hit it once, now it got me feeling lowsy, yeah
Ugh, tryna stimulate the census, f*ck her five times
Enough money to last a couple lifetimes
f*cking b*tches while I'm filming in my downtime
I'm all up in her guts, feeling like an enzyme
Ayy, ayy, that pus*y bald
I'ma Make-A-Wish
Ayy, these boys are starving
Come and grab a dish

[Bridge: Yung Craka]
Ayy
You already know that my b*tch is bad
Me and yo' mama, go picture that
b*tch, look at me, I'm your richer dad
Ayy, throw it back
Make it clap, throw it back
Throw it back
Make it clap, throw it back
[Chorus: Yung Craka]
I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (Woo-ooh)
Private jet straight out to Italy (Woo-ooh)
She sucked me up on the interstate (Woo-ooh)
Your b*tch hit me up, man, you gettin' played

[Verse 3: Shotgun Willy & Crispy Concords]
Yeah, I made a bag off the net like iCarly
Off the top I spit, I'm Jeff Hardy
Play girls like Barbies
Got white boys talking like "Dude, gnarly"
Back inside this b*tch, I never left though
She gon' suck my di*k, until she strep throat
Right inside your b*tch, and then I left though
Said I'm gon' be broke, you wanna bet though?
Get, get, get, get along
Just passed third base, now we headed home
Like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on
I'ma do the deed like I'm Doug Dimmadome
Make another hit, reloading
Give your girl the Heimlich, she choking
Said I loved the b*tch, I'm joking
Tell me why I just started stroking?
(What the f*ck?)

[Bridge: Yung Craka]
Ayy
You already know that my b*tch is bad
Me and yo' mama, go picture that
b*tch, look at me, I'm your richer dad
Ayy, throw it back
Make it clap, throw it back
Throw it back
Make it clap, throw it back
[Chorus: Yung Craka]
I'm makin' these hits like I'm Timberlake (Woo-ooh)
Private jet straight out to Italy (Woo-ooh)
She sucked me up on the interstate (Woo-ooh)
Your b*tch hit me up, man, you gettin' played