Dj Paul - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Uh, Queens man Here we are 2013 and beyond f** all the talking [Verse 1] Yo, I rock the AIDS walk hat, Smoke a baseball bat Get paid off rap, I copped an 8 all black Hop out Laredo's, Equipped with the potato strap Get turned to home fries, That's by any means to see the dough rise Ill! This b**h's p**y smell like low tide No pride, f** it I'll just hold my breath Suplex a fiend at the Sizzler Damn shorty got a sh**ter Me and my father hit it back to back like Griffey Big black girl bad fake missy You could catch me in a line for my SS I need some red sweats and a box of reds I make the consommé from the lobster head Now a days I'm getting lots of head Uh, 635's drop with the aqua treads 10 stacks for a dap, 20 just to look me in the eye Body'll shoot you in the thigh Flip outta the whip, dip, I'm out Change it up man [Verse 2] We outta here with this one Uh, Aw man This is that, that beautiful sh** right here I choose you, you f**ing ho Yo tilt the goblet, Staring in the middle of the co*kpit Spanish b**h displayed up in some ostrich Quinceañera freak dancing Grant Hill's laced up with the x Helly Hansen Foggy night hustle til' the sun up Stumbling anonymous f** around find your leg by the Gowan*s Bridge Over do it send your penis to your mama' crib That's what happens when you open your vagina lips Only focus on the merges and acquisitions Commas on accounts, Robbing em' like Yount Boy you don't want no probelums, I got the opera lungs Andrea Bocelli, Hit the telly, Lift my belly Called off the ? Baby there's no mistakin' my life is etched in granite, Sophisticated palate Sweet, sour, salty, spicy, and umami I'm eating oysters off of diamonds in Hawaii with 3 dykes that play ball for the Liberty Finished the sequel now I'm lighting up the trilogy Like E-Honda when he's smashing up the Lexus Luger arms, baby it's all about accoutrements Queens sh**, That's how we f**ing do in London, Tim Westwood Bam Bam Bronsolinio we out here! Uh!