Tim Westwood Freestyle Lyrics & Tabs by Kid Cudi
Tim Westwood Freestyle
guitar chords lyrics
Kid Cudi, riding thee cuddy
As by thee girls yeah they on screen love me
Double oh represent it til I'm finished
As by GOOD Music and thee music
Do it all day for my people all day and we use it
Hey, put your hands up to thee ceiling
Scream loud homeboy if thy feel thee feeling
Hey, and thee girl looking at me
Don't be mad but she can roll with me
In thee Lexus, we gone go and do it in thee next is
Generation x's love first sexes?
Hey, and get it pass,
red shoes on my feet
Louis Vuitton thy getting that pass
Talking wreckless, homeboy feeling it blank kiss my ass
red shoes on my feet
Louis Vuitton thy getting that pass
Talking wreckless, homeboy feeling it blank kiss my ass
We gone get that bag, oh true when we rock that, man
Came in thee game leather on tight I'm, tight
And my? smooth like leather ayyy
My pimp game tight like my jeans
Come through my diamond piece chain shine like rain
And it glistenin' uhh
, keep rollin and yeah listen
I let roll to thee intermission, get back on thee mission
Something like Ethan Hunt Mission Impossible
Got people rollin through when we rocking though
Let thee bass kick in, right back and I get in
And I smoke that kush that'd get me thinkin
Maybe very big and I'm eating
Hey, thy know about that, rude like that
I roll to London hit up it Dizzee Rascal
We popping bottles and models
Moving, full throttle, y'all know it, everyday I ain't joking
Poker face
girl don't wanna talk she wanna taste
Let her know it's cool we won't catch case
And thy know it's all good like that put your hands together
Smooth young brother from thee double oh-oh-oh
From thee double oh-oh-oh
Hey hey from thee double oh-oh-oh
From thee double oh hey hey
Freestyle off thee dome
that was easy
Yeah, where y'all at London?
Yeah extra good now
Step in, yeah thy know how Kid Cudi do
Never really care about a hater homie what it do, yeah
Dim tha lights get it in pimp tight
Doing what I do I lace up my own Nikes
Grab my Bape thy can't even cop
If thy go to Japan homebody I think nay
I'm in first class I got a bad model girl with a fine ass
When gonna get it popping like pills,
shroom to thee caps
Roll through Indian fitted is on thee yap, yeah
Talk wreckless to known boys getting money
Young boy back and rocking in thee sunny
Yeah, I got my shades on in thee night
Even in thee day talk down thy can get it right
Yeah, middle finger to thee clouds
Kid Cudi holding it from here on down
Yeah, yeah my leather so soft
I'mma skinny mother ahhh but I'll still be a boss
Yeah, them haters get tossed
Thy can ask my security homeboy we are next to ya
Ugh, we throw bows on ya chin bone
Knock knock get a knuckle sandwich to ya nose
Hey, and ya girl so she can come home
Let her rome like cellular phone, hmmm
Yeah, I got Wi-Fi skeet, come up in thee room get Wi-Fi heat
Talk down baby thy don't know about me
I'mma freaky freaky deaky homeboy up in thee sheets
R.I.P. baby girl pooo nahhh
She know how we roll through man I'm thee man
Shook her hand please fall back man
Young Yohan young young Yoda
I'm smoking on that ***** that'll **** get me on thee level
Tapp dancing on thee clouds
GOOD Music screaming loud
GOOD Muisc screaming loud
...it's easy we just warming up
I'm thee hottest over here at good
Now we thee hottest over here at good
Yeah thy know me, they phony
Ugh, ugh bologna
Concoction roll back and I'm sipping on Ciroc
And thy know me I roll with Jay like thee Roc
Thy knowing how move thee homeboys they on thee block
We get em off thee block to come and stack some knotts
And then we get good and we watch for cops
Cuz I'm trying to get money nay trying to get knocked
So thy know how I be if I go to jail
A mill a cash flow posting my bail
And then I come back like what thee hell
Double E F, homeboy come through and I be like thee best
And thy can Twit that and thy can holla back
Young boy is thee number one even when I rap
Or even when I sing woahh woahhh
Even when I sing woahh woahhh
I switch it up whenever I feel
Young boy he get it poppin just like he's so ill
I'm sick or something
Stop coming and give me a bate for something
Give me something to fix me up because I'm dum dumbing
Yeah yeah they ask bout me
Cleveland city to thee west side
Even though I'm down UK holla at me
Any given Sunday praise that boy
Holla at me in thee street oh my Lord
When he come through why he so cool
When he on thee TV celebrity status
Rolling with thee model girl celebrity baddest
I'm up in thee game like oooh
Catch me on Perez, I be doing my own thing
Poppin them tags I'm tryna get on my dreams
Anybody trying to hate they can get it fosheez
My team we bury motherfuckers six deep, ughh
And I'm thee Hottest over here at GOOD
And we thee hottest over here at GOOD
And we thee hottest over here at GOOD
Homeboy we good homeboy we good
