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Old Tymin

 

Old Tymin


You gon get me on my Old Tymin
So grimy, come find me
And it's all on me

Try to tell me what you like, don't give a fuck no more
Instead of arguing in your crib, now I walk out the door
Still niggas creeping in my DM, yet you flexing on me
Pressed to see my ex and texts, checking on me
It be your own nigga that do it, it's okay though
Fucking on them bitches, Wyling drugged up on that yayo
Ayo, texts comin in ain't nothin to say though
Shoulda' took that jet out with the baller to Barbados
Take your bitch, Season drip her down for no reason
Make a OnlyFans and make a couple bands, pussy teasing
It's Big M, counting blue bills big stepping can't pretend
Shawty too real, who better?

Ain't tryna be the perfect girl, don't give a fuck no more
Instead of arguing with you I'm walking out the door
Two stepping, Who stepping?
You
Who repping? Who repping? Who?

You know the nana catching waves just like the ocean
I told him beat it up, don't freak me on no slow shit
Posting on the gram, posting causing a commotion
To your feelings, got me toasting
You gon get me on my Old Tymin
Savage Bitch, moving so grimy
In the club you can come find me
We just ordered ten bottles and it's all on me

Want apologies in deposit
Or take me shopping keep me dripping, inna top shit
A bitch can get it on her own, know I'm gon pop shit
Ain't never need a nigga to do shit, know I top shit
Big ballers, shop callers that be subbing
Rich niggas, bitch niggas that be dubbing
See you running outta time, yeah that clock tick-tock
Flex on my ex, nigga tell him kick rocks

Ain't tryna be the perfect girl, don't give a fuck no more
Instead of arguing with you I'm walking out the door
Two stepping, Who stepping?
You
Who repping? Who repping? Who?

You know the nana catching waves just like the ocean
I told him beat it up, don't freak me on no slow shit
Posting on the gram, posting causing a commotion
To your feelings, got me toasting

You gon get me on my Old Tymin
So grimy, come find me
And it's all on me

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