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Fuck Is You Saying (feat. Cap 1) Video (MV)






Timmydahitman - Fuck Is You Saying (feat. Cap 1) Lyrics




Ion wanna hear them trap stories that you made up
Rain sleet snow it was storming and we stayed up
Mention money in the category when you say us
Shine to bright fo a nigga tryna shade us
Two feet firm in the hustle is what paid us
You aint get muddy wit us so don't claim us
Yeah bae i like basketball but i aint layin up
Beat ya back out then im gone when you wakin up
We was dead broke so the fam gotta take em up
Only real ones aint no fakes gettin plates wit us
Hit the booty club for the night watch em shake it up
Throw the cash up watch it fall gotta rake it up
Throw a weak bitch in the trash aint no makin up
Its a marathon not a sprint aint no racing us
R.I.P Bankroll shawty was fresh
Roll to the bank and rip plastic up off of fresh hundreds
Mathematic timmy cuz' i got a way with them numbers
I can't take no slumber
Can't wait for the summer
You niggas gone have to make way for the youngin
Pull wit a thumper
The cap aint nothing
Nawfr

F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck it who payin lil nigga
F*ck it who payin lil nigga
F*ck it who payin lil nigga
Switch it up
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
Morherf*ckin

Buss a brick down buss down got it litted up
Bad bitch wit me wanna f*ck she dont get enough
Forgie wit the air shock kit truck lift it up
Dope hole dog food trap gone pick it up
Nother 100 thousand dollar 20's gone switch it up
6 more chains cuz the neck wasn't lit enough
Thick ass bitch but the bitch wasnt thick enough
Phone keep ringing its yo bitch i aint pickin up
Nigga on stage doing shows wit the semi tucked
Nigga try and reach for my chain we gone send it up
Load gone plug on the phone he don't send enough
Pack touch down time to light the whole city up
Back to back Bentley trucks
Ran up the pack and got right up back in to there
A1 that movement that truck pull up anywhere
And them bitches gone come we gone get em there
And that work we gone flip we gone triple that
Show you how to run it up and get it back
Show you if a nigga trippin pop a clip and spin that Nigga ass like a ceiling fan
Got some bad bitches from the other side suck that dick while im lettin the ceiling back
Got some shooters wit me that will shoot the city put a bag on yo head i can get em wacked
What the f*ck is you sayin

F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck it who payin lil nigga
F*ck it who payin lil nigga
F*ck it who payin lil nigga
Switch it up
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
Morherf*ckin
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Ion wanna hear them trap stories that you made up
Rain sleet snow it was storming and we stayed up
Mention money in the category when you say us
Shine to bright fo a nigga tryna shade us
Two feet firm in the hustle is what paid us
You aint get muddy wit us so don't claim us
Yeah bae i like basketball but i aint layin up
Beat ya back out then im gone when you wakin up
We was dead broke so the fam gotta take em up
Only real ones aint no fakes gettin plates wit us
Hit the booty club for the night watch em shake it up
Throw the cash up watch it fall gotta rake it up
Throw a weak bitch in the trash aint no makin up
Its a marathon not a sprint aint no racing us
R.I.P Bankroll shawty was fresh
Roll to the bank and rip plastic up off of fresh hundreds
Mathematic timmy cuz' i got a way with them numbers
I can't take no slumber
Can't wait for the summer
You niggas gone have to make way for the youngin
Pull wit a thumper
The cap aint nothing
Nawfr

F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck it who payin lil nigga
F*ck it who payin lil nigga
F*ck it who payin lil nigga
Switch it up
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
Morherf*ckin

Buss a brick down buss down got it litted up
Bad bitch wit me wanna f*ck she dont get enough
Forgie wit the air shock kit truck lift it up
Dope hole dog food trap gone pick it up
Nother 100 thousand dollar 20's gone switch it up
6 more chains cuz the neck wasn't lit enough
Thick ass bitch but the bitch wasnt thick enough
Phone keep ringing its yo bitch i aint pickin up
Nigga on stage doing shows wit the semi tucked
Nigga try and reach for my chain we gone send it up
Load gone plug on the phone he don't send enough
Pack touch down time to light the whole city up
Back to back Bentley trucks
Ran up the pack and got right up back in to there
A1 that movement that truck pull up anywhere
And them bitches gone come we gone get em there
And that work we gone flip we gone triple that
Show you how to run it up and get it back
Show you if a nigga trippin pop a clip and spin that Nigga ass like a ceiling fan
Got some bad bitches from the other side suck that dick while im lettin the ceiling back
Got some shooters wit me that will shoot the city put a bag on yo head i can get em wacked
What the f*ck is you sayin

F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck it who payin lil nigga
F*ck it who payin lil nigga
F*ck it who payin lil nigga
Switch it up
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
F*ck is you sayin lil nigga
Morherf*ckin
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Writer: Leon Smith, Timothy Link
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