T.Y.M.B - You Got Me Lyrics

Nappy headed
Yeah
So cohesive
Ain't nobody f*cking with you and your boy
I've been living up way too long for my journey
To become a end at this point
Steady gripping and the pistol whipping till your
Boy got caught up in the system
Dry snitching that's head itching for one of your
Niggas to play as a victim

You got me f*cked
You got me down, down, dead
You got me f*cked
You got me down, down, dead
You got me f*cked
You got me down, down, dead
You got me f*cked
You got me down, down, dead

I put a glock in my sock
Yeah
She know how to give me top
Yeah
Timmy Turner
Call me crop
Yeah
Your b*tch in the shop
Yeah
I pull a glock to your top
B*itch stop
Yeah
Lebron flop, B*tch I got caught
Yeah
Santa call me, not
Uh
Small nap with the bud
The greatest blood
Uh
He a stud but he got the plug
Uh
I got to hush up
Hoe got the drugs
Hoe got the drugs
Hoe got the drugs

I'm on a different level
N*ggas call me the "Devil"
"R-Kelly" call me "Nevil"
This a different flow
Uh
People think its gonna snow
Uh
Your hoe on the low
Uh
This it for the show
Uh
Y'all n*iggas need to go
Aye

This beat, dirty
F*uck Boys be flirty
When I was young I was nerdy
So small i'm a birdy
Aye
Tweet tweet, No sneak peek
Y'all stay weak
Nut on the sheets
Eyebrows on fleek
Aye
Eyebrows on fleek

Suddenly relevant
White girls and you would think I was sellin' it
Black girl with a trunk like an elephant
Took her to my suite
And she gave me intelligent
Feeling my opposite
Wait,I'm the opposite
And there's no stopping it
Head and over
While these B*itches be slapping it
Got "Yunus" in the building
No denying it
Yeah

You got me f*cked
You got me down, down, dead
You got me f*cked
You got me down, down, dead
You got me f*cked
You got me down, down, dead
You got me f*cked
You got me down, down, dead