Come on pick'em up, bring me back..bring me back!!!
A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack
When they bring it back down
My name is timb aka thomas crown
I treat bitches straight up, like simon says
The freshness of my breath bring your death
He always bring the bitching brutality,
Third ward general, young cash money
Still got my nike boots
Bring your whole goons of dudes
Come on pick'em up, bring me back..bring me back!!
Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat
These other cats bring blasphemy
We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring
Hating my macking, they asking
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